star constellations can align to form shapes that spell your name

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

We all are trying to be different, trying so hard to make our mark and in that we all are the same. But what is even more tragic is that no matter how much times change, how much humans try to deviate from their original paths, they will always have the same old primitive problems of life. Technology will never solve that. We all are bound to that, and all we can do is try to be persistent like small 'amar bail' trying to stick to the walls to survive. ... Amar bail is Urdu for mistletoe - an everlasting vine. Amar Bail is a famous Urdu novel by Umera Ahmed that inspired me to write this. This story will be about general problems of young adults while focusing on two main characters who are struggling to cave their own paths while not just surviving but living. ... Warning: Mentions of blood, drug abuse, attempts at suicide.

"Aloo--" "I'm hungry." "Problem solved! We deliver donuts, where do you want that?" "I don't. I'm craving McNuggets." "..." "And you." #14 in Dialogue (13 July, 2018) #68 IN SHORT STORY - 30/4/2017

from one heart to another, i share a message that was sent to me from a dear one

لمحت في شفتيها طيف مقبرتي .. تروي الحكايات ان الثغر معصية ( للكاتبه : طيش )

Slut (noun) : A woman with morals of a man. or : Pearl with the morals of Hunter. ●●● "No, Pearl. Men don't like this," he said, his lips grimacing. He looked at my face, then my hair and then my dress, and he didn't like it one bit. Not after he knew my intentions anyways. "They do love it, Hunter," I said. "They tell me that with every..." "I don't want to know."

You look like a g o d e s s The most extravagant o n e Honey, remind me again & tell me how did y o u Fall for m e

In which a girl isn't used to pain, experiences it like nothing more. o n e - s h o t s t o r y a l l r i g h t s r e s e r v e d

And then I heard the boring ringtone again. She was no longer on the other side of the line. Pearl swore. I want Pearl. #129 in short story