30 short stories based on the 30 wattpad genres
Since the stories don't carry on from each other, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THEM IN ORDER :) You're welcome
*There is some swearing
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Sorry it took so long to add to write a new story, I've been updating my other book The Bucket list a lot more often than I use to. Check it out, thanks <3.
"Oi Corbyn pass the ball!" William yelled from across the field while jogging backwards and dodging the soccer goal by millimetres. Corbyn threw the ball as hard as he could, secretly hoping it would smack William out of consciousness. William was only 2 months younger than Corbyn but acted 5, not 15.
It wasn't the immaturity that Corbyn hated William for, actually, it was more entertaining to spend time around immature people, but how he always found a way to pick on Corbyn at every chance given. For example, if Corbyn tripped over then William would yell that out for everyone to hear, continuously bringing it up on class and yelling it at the top of his lungs.
William grabbed the ball from around the goal posts and threw it hard towards Corbyn but the Autumn breeze carried to ball further towards the lake which leads out to a bigger lake. The ball rolled slowly towards the water as if teasing Corbyn that it would fall in, while he silently cursed.
In the end, it rolled into the frigid lake and Corbyn cursed out loud. Extremely loudly. Corbyn ran towards the frosty lake as fast as he could, which was pretty fast because he was 6ft tall with extraordinarily long legs and an athletic build. When he makes it to the water's edge he found out that the ball wasn't lonely floating in the semi-frozen lake. But a bottle of sand floating innocently just a metre away from the now deflated soccer ball.
Corbyn extended his torso to reach both the ball and bottle of sand, the tip of his
shoe slightly dipping into the water. After he's retrieved the bottle (and ball) he finds that there is a soaking tag attached to the neck of the bottle.
The spines of victims groundWhich is bound To bring daft to simpleWith only a sprinkle
Corbyn thought why not but sprinkle these 'grounded spines' over William because the worse that could happen is only the hardship to getting the fragments out of his hair, think of it as payback for kicking the ball into the lake. Corbyn brings both the ball and the bottle back onto the field, instead of kicking the ball to William (which earns Corbyn a confused look) he walks patiently towards his team member.
"Hey William I found this bottle thingy, apparently it's supposed to make you dumb or something if I sprinkle it over you." Corbyn jokes.
"Let's see if it's legit then." William crouches to allow Corbyn to sprinkle the grounded spines onto his head although there's no need to since Corbyn already towers over William.
As soon as Corbyn sprinkled the bones over Williams' head he collapsed. Fell to the ground without warning. Unconscious.
