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The Omegle Love by MAMuqeet
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Stranger: hi 19/m/uk You: BELLOOOO!!! You: 42 f uk Stranger: You do realise that sounded like fuck? #2 in Humor 07/04/2015 © 2015 mahi_shezad
It's Just a Dream by ananyanagpaul
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What happens if you feel and see something so realistic that you hope it was always just a dream?
A Messed up Kid (Lesbian Story) GirlxGirl by Thatxonexkid
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This is a story about how a girl struggles with depression because of some occurrences she has had in her past.
I Am Schizophrenic by TheMennaAshraf
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Unlike other girls her age, 16 year-old Christina Evans had a twisted life. She suffered from Schizophrenia, a psychological disease which makes patients imagine people and they hear whispers that make them do a lot of dangerous stuff and Christina was one of these patients. However, she had a best friend, Jake, who she fell in love with and a schoolmate, Derrick who strove to help her but she constantly pushed him away. Christina is put in a mental hospital then she escaped it with her new best friend, Elizabeth Ronald. And the consequences of that escape is very hard for them both. A battle between Christina Evans and Schizophrenic, who win? I Am Schizophrenic a novella by: Menna Ashraf
I See It by DelightDreamer
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I see it but no one else does. Letters from me to the dead.
The Hallway by storiesbykaelyn
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My name is Addison Jones. I am 15 years old. I had long black hair that went down to my bottom and gray eyes. I was pale as a ghost, at least thats what my mom would always say. I had just moved to a small town in Pennsylvania where I went to my first year of public school. Being taught by my mother at home my entire life, sophomore year was a huge reality check for me. I didn’t really fit in. Most of the girls here were blonde and had lots of friends, and I was…alone. I always was alone. For as long as I could remember, everybody didn't pay much attention to me. I've never had a "friend", and I can't recall the last time anyone other than my mom payed much attention to me.. at all, for the most part. Even my teachers payed me little to no attention. I didn’t like school, but because of my fathers death, my mom could no longer teach me as she had to work. I was only a week into school and everything was normal… until it happened.