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Sickick- Purple Grass When Jeno was smoking weed in a party, he met Jaemin Nomin/Jaeno ff Completed in one day :") Time:2hrs When the author should have slept at 11 not 2 or later am

What some (deeply buried black part) of Allen might think of the Noahs can be connected to future stories. Bookman point of view! Very short, as you can see. I do not own D. Gray-Man.

teenage girl runs away from home with 42 yeqr old man ...read story for more

Having just lost my virginity to my best friend and drinking for the first time my New Year is going great. Throw in more booze, boys, and the fact that my bitchface makes me look like a wanted serial killer, High school is great. Just kidding! High school fucking sucks.

Frank is tired of being a wallflower. He wants to get involved, and stop sitting alone at lunch. As he writes notes to his best friend, he'll take you on his journey throughout his high school year. The ups, the downs, falling hard and heartbreak. "To The No Hope Kids"

Where a boy who is has a huge drinking problem, meets a girl who, is addicted to cannabis, meet at a...romantic place.

Screams. "You can't tell me I'm not safe here anymore Kayden! If I'm not safe here then I'm not safe anywhere!" Hit. "Please hold on, Princess." Sirens. "You said she would be fine after you let her go! You said she'd be more stable!" Darkness. ~•~ Cassandra just moved to New York City. Her life once revolved in a small town in Michigan, where she resided until she decided to attend college. Things don't necessarily go to plan for her when she meets Kayden. While Cassandra has always been a fighter, things run like a roller coaster when she opens her eyes to a world of underground fighting. Kayden was a fighter too, he made a lot of money off of his fights, and Cassandra knew that she could too. While both of them have dark pasts, fucked up families, and undeniably ridiculous mood swings, they manage to come together as a team and build something off of ruin and sacrifice. ~•~ ⚠️ Violence ⚠️ Mature Scenes ⚠️ Vulgar Language ⚠️ Gang References ⚠️ Mental Illness References Authors Note: Keep in mind updates may be a bit slow, for the simple reason that I have many issues of my own at home with my parents. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!!

Damon Rivera has always had an average little life that is until..an angel crashes down into it. Literally. But this angel is not your typical holy guardian of heaven. The "angel" ,Leora, is a sarcastic, vulgar girl with a bad attitude. Damon doesn't think things could get any worse. What he does realize is as they bicker, another threat looms..

December 31 FAILED SOUP AND DISTRUST OF BURGUNDY What keeps me coming back to meetings and step work is an abiding mistrust of booze.  Despite promises and advertisement, hopes and folklore, I couldn’t rely on drinking to take me where I wanted to go and I surely couldn’t depend on it to keep me there.  The struggle is great; the attempt to cling to salvation through decanter is mighty but in the end this joining of my chemistry to other chemistry failed miserably.  No matter how I held my mouth, held my head, held my liquor, satisfaction escaped without me and I was left here in the soup of my disillusion and disappointment.  Failure to cooperate fully with alcohol lead me to try sobriety as an alternative.  I may not always succeed in my recovery, but I can draw dividends on every deposit and use this to build a path to my desires. Make a private heaven with plenty of windows and doors. * Failure of Imagination The failure of imagination feels worse than it looks; it’s that rancid oily coating on the skin that I abhor.  The sweat that appears when sloth becomes a burden, the confusion of an unused intellect, the mumbled acquiescence of a weak will, creep me out of the permission that I wished to offer myself but can not accept.   The languishing mind that I left to wither in the confines of my skull requires my perseverance.  Falling down, giving up, throwing in terry cloth objects is impermissible, I must pluck up my willingness and apply whatever drops of genius I possess to every muscle fiber I can find.  So much has been made available to me and I must return that favor.  You see imagination only fails me if I have failed it first. Vlog:  http://youtu.be/2xIyrdB516I You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

A Halloween short story

Hold on, Enborne River is only my first attempt at writing!