Aggravation Stories

Just me ranting about certain things going on in life, whether it goes on with me personally, or what I see from the outside. I can probably fill a whole library full of rants, but imma just chill because (ain't nobody got time for that)

ever felt as though in one moment all that is pure and innocent in the world. all the joys of life ripped away, I have. this is a fictional portrayal of that emotional rollercoaster. hope you can relate :)

Rants that come to mind when they come to mind. Written by me, for the views of you.

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS VIOLENCE, RELIGION, AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER. in which the guy doesn't get the girl. in which life is ordinary. in which one person isn't invincible , or extraordinary. in which, they're like everyone else; before everyone else went crazy. in which you get to decide who they are. in which they're painted after you. in which, you ARE invincible. in which, YOU can take on the world. in which, this is ongoing. never to be fini.

Writing is an outlet gotta love it.

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Words for you Not that you'll ever read them

This is just gonna be a book about nothing, nothing more nothing less so yeah. I guess I will be ranting/Talking about stuff. O . O

Sadness. Poems.

With him it felt like my whole world combusted in that one moment, I screech and cried and hung on for dear life because I was scared of what was awaiting me. But when that little girl died, I didn't feel anything, it felt like the last few strands I'd been holding onto to not fall into an endless abyss of nothingness had been cut and I didn't care because I'd been holding on for so long I was ready to rest. He ruined me, but she was the light at the end of the tunnel that faded away from existence and then I had no reason to live because I was nothing and there was nothing for me to continue walking towards. So, l let myself fall and I've been falling ever since. I'm not heartless, I just don't have anyone left to please because all that awaits me now is death and to me, it really couldn't come quicker.

In the small town of Blackwood, a beautiful young girl was raised. Annabelle Blackwood. Her father having owned the town, she was always well taken care of, but when her father dies, she must move away from Blackwood, to live on her own. For the very first time, she will learn what responsibility is. Will she be able to survive on her inheritance in this new town, especially with the Handsome aggravating Constable always around?

Abby's P.O.V : I was, without a doubt, the weaker of us two. We had joked around about things like this on end, but only because we never expected it to become a reality. We thought zombies were silly things created to feed creative imaginations. How could zombies even exist? How would one generate a human, yet not human, with a few less ordinary human traits and with a longing for actual humans’ flesh? Who said zombies wanted flesh, or even brains? We weren’t sure what they were after, but we didn’t want to find out, either. So when the undead, flesh-craving, humanity-ridden monster began striding toward us, I looked to my best friend in a panic, and watched her decapitate the monstrosity with a weed whacker. Life just got more interesting. Alicia's P.O.V : Somehow we only managed to live a normal life till we were fifteen. But during that fifteenth year, everything turned to chaos. The dead, they were everything but human anymore. But they walk. They bite. They kill and spread their disease to the unfortunate and the ones that aren't smart enough to survive. You know what they say, survival of the fittest. It isn't a joke anymore. This is a war between them and us.

“He was always the one to make me fall and scrape my knees. But in the end it was him who decided to be the hero and carry me home just as I was about to give up.” Lucy and Hayden hate each other. It's always been nothing other than a fact. So maybe it's just a whole load of coincidences that they're next door neighbours, they're parents are best friends, or they attend the same school... Same class. But life is strange and sometimes people aren't as easy to read as traffic lights.

This is a story about the authors expirences with different fields of the job market, and where they fall short, as well as future chapters to come that will include new fields that tell about new fields and their short comings. There will be stories of other people's expirences with job field shortcomings as well. These experiences take place in South Mississippi.