"I'm never coming home." She whispered, putting the phone down.

"all i'm sure of is i love you like the constellations love the sky and the plants love the sun. your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. your eyes shine brighter than the lightning that strikes the ground in the spring. you're completely unlike any other. you're my thunder." warning: this is possibly the cringiest story i've ever written i am so sorry

❝its not love when you cry more than you smile.❞ ©unostalgic

How I fell for you, In 48 hours. All rights reserved to CallMeDoll Copyright 2014 © (This idea is mine, if you have one similar im sorry, i was unaware) highest ranking #226 in short story

"Do you know why I dye my hair?" He asks me. "Why?" I'm still confused, but go along. He scoots closer. "I always thought of my life simply. Like black and white, no happiness, no color. So I like dyeing it." "Everythings better in color, right?" ✂-------------------------------------------------- A story in which two people are in desperate need of color in their life. Short Story #246 / Fanfiction #758 September 7th

Why was I always the target? Why was it always me?

"Have you ever considered for like a second," I rolled my eyes at him immediately, "let me finish. Just a second, to try something your little uptight friends would disapprove of." I thought about it. "Obviously, I can't recall anything I have ever tried. Not a fair proposition." I sighed. This amnesia shit was beyond frustrating. "Even better. Think of anything. Something you've seen on a movie, read in a book, saw on MTV. Go wild." I smirked. I was going to do just that. "I don't remember ever getting high in the parking lot of a pizza place, then going inside to eat a shit ton of pizza." I smiled at the music video I still remember ogling at when I was ten, wanting desperately to be a teenager. "You got it." he started the car, and another unpredictable night began. In the midst of regaining her memory and getting her life back to where it was, everything gets twisted, to say the least- all thanks to one boy.

"The last person she expected to see standing on the other side of that door was Michael Clifford."

In which a boy and a girl bond over some pizza Rankings: Short Story: #75 [8.5.2014] - #64 [13.5.2014] - #60 [15.5.2014] - #46 [15.5.2014] - #36 [4.6.2014] - #35 [5.6.2014] - #28 [6.6.2014] - #26 [7/6/2014] - #23 [8.6.2014] Humour: #200 [8.5.2014] - #188 [11.5.2014] - #180 [13.5.2014] - #170 [15.5.2014] - #159 [15.5.2014] - #146 [4.6.2014] - #139 [5.6.2014] - #125 [6.6.2014] - #113 [10.6.2014]

blocked number: hey baby me: who is this ? blocked number: michael me: who's michael? Michael: stop playin luke me: my name is ryan but lukes a cool name too Michael: oh, sorry wrong number.