Burly Stories

I wrote this in class because we had to make a story that teaches a lesson

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I, Jace Wilson, live in a world that everyone plays a role in...we all have our life classification, such as dominate, submissive, little, mother dominate, and etc. Once a person turns 16 (which I will in a couple of days) they go through many tests, which include; brain scans, personality tests, and medical examinations. I was always a buff and playful guy...maybe a little weak willed, but I had my moments, and I was considered a badass by most people around my high school. I never considered myself to be stupid, and especially since most fights, that I have been included in, where solved through intelligence and not bronze. Throughout my life I believed I would become a dominate or a person that carries a controlive classification, but my test results had other things in mind. My school has sub-classes that teach different classifications how to be themselves and fit into society, yet after understanding I was a little, my will became weaker and my thoughts more depressing...that was until I met Mommy! (Hi I hope people read my new story. Please comment if I have any grammatical errors, in addition if you don't know what your talking about (grammar wise) and wish to point out something you "think" you are a master at...don't. I would dislike any negative comments or hateful critique towards my work. If you don't like the book than don't read! As for those who don't give into impulse and know what they're talking about...I welcome thee. If you're still reading this long ass author comment than I want you to know that no sexual play will be presented in this book. Have fun reading!)

It's ironic when the ones that are after does call themselves The Wanted. Unknowingly to the boys, they are after for something they got from a fan. During their tour, they decided to stay with a couple of girls, who in actuality was protecting the band. Secrets were kept but how long when the guys started to get curious?

He put the pages of parchment down on the table. He stroked his greying beard, and felt the stump where his dominant arm used to be. "People who have died don't mourn the dead." He thought.

Alessandra was an angel meant to be in Heaven but first she had a task to do. She was drop in a realm much like the underworld. Here there was no color, love or laughter. Alessandra was left there without being told her task, when she admits she believes in love the whole town is out to have her killed. Will she ever complete her task and make her way to Heaven?