thursday || clifford
A story in which two teens take the same train every Thursday.
❝ he'd never like a girl like me. a sad girl. ❞ / COMPLETED / lowercase intended! all rights reserved. © karla 2015
Three years. Three years I’d made it through this hell hole unnoticed. I thought I could stay under the radar for the rest of junior year, but of course something, or someone, more specifically, had to come screw it up. I mean, it’s not like it was on purpose, but it threw all my three years of hard work down the dra...
"Stop doing this!" Michael yelled. "Stop what?!" Brooklyn yelled back. "Stop pushing away people that are trying to help you." "I didn't ask for help now did I?" "I didn't ask to fall in love with you, but guess what? That happened."
"We are all secretly broken in some way darling." - "I wish he was gone." "I wish she was here."
"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 beyon...
[COMPLETED] "What frustrates you the most?" Mr. Brown asked. No one replied as he looked at the board. "Emmy." He spoke my name harshly. "My playstation doesn't work." I answered. It was the first thing popping up in my mind. Then the black-red haired guy locked eyes with me and gave a light nod...
Repression Noun 1. The act of repressing or the state of being repressed. 2. Psychology: The unconscious exclusion of painful impulses, desires, or fears from the conscious mind.
Ivy Pearce was just a normal 21 year old working in a music store. When the man of her dreams starts talking to her online after a 5 Seconds of Summer signing, is it actually who she thinks it is? Could she be being Catfished?
What happens when you and your two best friends are made to go on a year long tour with nine of the biggest idiots in the world? Megan, Ellen and Tamara makeup The Rockettes, an upcoming band who are set to take the world by storm! However, what will happen when their big break comes in the form of a worldwide stadi...
Emily Stanford has been running after her one love, Michael Clifford, since the age of 12. Here she is at 16, watching the one she loves be loved by another. She was a lucky one, to have Michael's love was all the Emily desired. She won't give up until he'll be her one and only. DO NOT COPY THIS STORY, THERE WILL BE C...
There are 100 million calls every year, and almost 80.000 serious calls every day. But one of those serious calls can lead to something. It can lead to wide grins, sighs of relief, and maybe love. But it can also lead to never ending silence, and pain. / highest ranking: fanfiction #152 &mystery/thriller #301 / [cover...
"You can have it," I told him and he pouted. "You wanted it first, right? Now I'm giving this guitar to you." in which a girl and a boy argues about some guitar and don't know that it will somewhat lead them together. ranked #906 in Romance 10/02/15
"wait so you wanted to destroy me?" I asked, looking to the ground. "like getting angels to choke on their halos, darling." he told me, inhaling the smoke. all rights reserved © 2015 21pilvts
parents are always telling us the Internet is a scary place. They're not wrong. But if you stick it out long enough, it becomes the light at the end of the dark tunnel.
mel·lif·lu·ous məˈliflo͞oəs/ adjective 1. (of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear. that's exactly how his voice sounded; mellifluous lowercase intended
❝Please let me continue liking you like this.❞ Highest Ranking: #321 in Short Story (01/11/2015) Date of Writing: 12/20/2014 - 01/01/2015
"Well, we go to concerts. Then we get kicked out." © existentivl
in which a girl with an accent is scared of talking, but a boy finds a way to hear her voice.
I always imagined that meeting the person I'd spend the rest of my life with would be something special, I'd see the spark in his eyes, feel butterflies in my stomach, I'd just know that he was the one. I imagined him being my Prince Charming who'd sweep me off my feet whispering sweet nothings into my ear every so of...
picture this: someone comes up to you and hands you a book. out of curiosity - that's all there is to it - you open it. after reading a couple of chapters, you realise that it's a story describing your entire life. do you keep reading it until the end?
she felt like home, but that's exactly what he'd been running from / #688 in short story 05/28/16
he was a gentle caress, silent poetry that she wanted to stay up reading all night. her body was her language that he wanted to learn to speak // michael clifford au
"and like a petal that's fallen from a dying flower, i fell for you knowing it'd never work out anyways."
"I yearn for the weekends, because lately, its the only reward for surviving the week."