Sad stories
Storys by a sad girl
This is a compilation of stories. These are all my originals. I have not copied any of these. I will update this as much as possible. These are all mine so please don't steal these. I am ok with you showing people, just please give me credit cause these are mine. Just respect it please. Also I take criticism, so feel...
Bailey Boyle is your average teenage girl except, her life is a living hell. Everyday she is beaten and pushed around, at home and at school. No one knows why she wears the hoodie. They always assume she is just ugly and doesn't want people to know, but the real reason is because that hoodie hides all her secrets. Sec...
Millie Sprouse is not the average teenager, she has been abused ever since her mother was out of the picture. She wears a hoodie to cover up the truth about her past. Then, Jake Wolf🐺 comes along and fixes her past with just everything Millie would not expect. She has recently found out the worst news of her life and...
~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subw...
This is just me writing down my feelings and thoughts. Just a warning I think too much and I make a lot of Punctuation and spelling errors and I apologize in advance. I dedicate this to anyone and everyone who has gone through or is going through this.. and I'm sorry you feel the way I do. I'm so sorry. I like knowing...
Bailey Washington is just a shy bystander flowing through life. The only thing that makes her stand out against the crowd is that she wears a hoodie. She also doesn't talk to anyone. People haven't ever seen her face or heard her voice. ------------- "Are you ever going to take that hoodie off?" "You know shes not...
This is no short story, no tragic novel, no love song. This is a lost soul torn by those she loved trying to belong. These are just the thoughts of lost souls wandering in the rain. We exist in destruction, drown ourselfs in alcohol and are silenced by pain.