Barbeque Stories

Barbie Thumbelina where everything is the same but Makena is a lesbian and has a crush on her straight friend violet and the dad cheats on his wife and all of the twilerbees are just hello lgbtq community

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?

Known throughout the western world for its simplicity and explosion of emotions and satisfaction. What was its origin and why is it so tasty. The spark that charred the meat 🍖 into eons of emotional turmoil. Enter the world of culinary delight to find that out.

I don't believe in miracles. Or in magic or fate. Or even that everyone has a soul mate out there. I believe in Reality. Parents murdered. Siblings Dead. I'm alone ... That's what I thought until I was dared to go into an abandoned house to show everyone I'm not a coward. In the end I found out it wasn't worth it because guess what I found? An undead prince saying that I'm his long lost Queen!

A humorous account of pointless family drama with a side of melted butter. The three Wesson Sisters are as different as a giraffe, coffee table, and potato. Will they be able to live in harmony or is this the final curly straw? A/N: This is a poor attempt at fiction. Please read at your own risk.