Bloom
Marigold speaks on spontaneous human combustion.
[on hold] BLOG ENTRY ONE: My therapist told me I needed an "outlet" for my "anger issues." But I am not an angry person, just an honest one.
He's a would-be college student stacking books in the local library. She's a high school senior nearing graduation. He leads a life of organized chaos and she's living by the book. He's free but all she can see are consequences. You can't control who you fall in love with.
He was the epitome of a bad boy. She was just there, just existing. It was just a coincidence.
She has skin like porcelain. He is a shade like bronze. But when all their differences are put to the side... The Brown Boy and The White Girl indulge in the sparks between them. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #3 |
Indi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the screen sits Atticus, who hasn’t read the book he’s named after. He listens...
i will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
"maybe i fucking hate you because you said you loved me back when you didn’t" ➴ lower case intended © troubhle 2014
"i miss you, i love you, and i'm sorry for letting you go." [completed 8/21/2014] © copyright 2014 ~ corpse all rights reserved. ///// highest rank short story #37
WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unhar...
A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.
❝ the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong. you just stop talking.❞
... he still felt a heavy weight on his shoulders; he still felt the needles and pins in his stomach; he still felt the pain after all these years. he was just an unhappy boy. just so unhappy. [ REWRITTEN 8/11/2014 ] -- [highest ranking; short story #99]