My name is Chris
This is a little boy, and his name is Chris. He is only 3, but he has a shocking story to tell. Please, if you see this, don't ignore. I found this on facebook, yes, but it must not be ignored. To Chris xXx
This is a little boy, and his name is Chris. He is only 3, but he has a shocking story to tell. Please, if you see this, don't ignore. I found this on facebook, yes, but it must not be ignored. To Chris xXx
❝A book for comebacks.❞ WARNING// If easily offended please do not read this book as you might be upset by some of the content.
writings that are full of delusions... full of twist... full of emotions... Dark and indeed in need of deeper understanding... Please read in full to fully understand my POETRY STORY.... Also inserted are my old poems... All Rights Reserved ** Mysterious Aries** Comment or Vote pls...
A COLLECTION OF EMOTIONS WRITTEN IN A POETRY.... All rights reserved... Mysterious Aries... VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE..... Thanks....
Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all hap...
*Disclaimer* This story was written in 2012 when I was 15 years old. It is obviously not perfect. The guys are based on the ages they were in 2012. The opinions expressed in this story are no longer my own, and I apologize if anyone is offended. One day I may go back and edit this. *End Disclaimer* Nearly 18 year old...
Bang! Bang! My tired knees buckle and slam together as I roll down the steep, narrow ramp like thunder as clumsily as a frail old woman. Sweat streams down my hot forehead in trickles of sticky, bitter sweet water. The droplets gather at the beginning of my hairline like an army on the border of enemy territory. This...