Came Stories

He was a boy, she was a girl. Can I make it anymore obvious? There's our skater boy, Derrick who likes his neighbor, Stella who does ballet. Then there's Clandestine, who is Stella's twin brother and Jamie, the girl who likes Derrick. This is a story of the song Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne. Enjoy! :)

so these are some poems I wrote, me,myself,and I. Please don't copy. So please enjoy these poems, thank you :D

Jump into the wet dreams of Rin Kagamine, where she teaches Len the true meaning of giving head.

Jason is tired of the way he is. He is rapidly becoming lost in a sea of thoughts, that are not always even his own, and needs some one to save him from drowning. Someone to explain why he is the way he is, and help him not to feel so desperately alone. He came from the sea.

Feb 14 is the day that first love came to francis. Why he treasures this day?Who he is waiting to come back?This is story of francis school and love life...Let us join him as he waits the day that love came...

Maguugulo ang tahimik na mundo niya, dahil sa mga lalaking mga basagulo. haha! pero... mapapabago ba nila ang mga ugali ng mga toh?  Paano kung ang isang dyosang babae ay guguluhin ng isang mahangin na lalake? At ito ay mainlove sa lalakeng ito. Naging magulo ang mundo niya ng dumating itong lalaking to. Ang tahimik niyang mundo ay naging parang may gera na. Ang magnda niyang buhay, ay pumanget na, sama mo pa ang nga flirt na umaaligid aligid sa kanya. Siya ay si... Dianna Wynter Park. 16 Years old. Grade 10 - Athena. Matalino, Palaban, at mapambara. Di siya nagpapatalo. Kahit sapakan man yan. Isa sa mga matalino, maganda, at mabait sa barkada. pero wag mong gagalitin baka ika'y masapak Date Started: 09/22/16

This started as a blog about what Catholics believe and why. I am following the outline of the Catechism of the Catholic Church. Part 1 begins with the Nicene Creed, which forms the base for almost every Christian tradition. Each part focuses on one line or phrase of the Nicene Creed. In Part 2 I will look at the Celebration of the Christian Mystery, which focuses on the liturgy and the seven sacraments: Baptism, Confirmation, Eucharist, Reconciliation, Anointing of the Sick, Holy Orders and Matrimony. Part 3 will focus on the Life in Christ, while Part 4 will look at prayer.

Again please if you haven't yet read Clipped Wings or Learning to Fly then please do because this will make no sense thanks guys ~Pingu x So this is it, this is the moment everyone's been dreading would happen. The Great War of Hogwarts. In this story, Phoenix and George's relationship will be pushed to it's limits, there will be some ups and downs, heartbreak and sorrow. But is there always a light at the end of the tunnel? Does Phoenix finally get to see her mother again? Be prepared.

Hey I'm Shyla I'm 16 I'm single I'm curtis lepores sister Starbucks vine and Instagram

All of the guys I have ever loved have run out on me. My gay friend, My brother, My boyfriend, My teacher, My crush, My nerdy best friend, And my dad. Somehow they've all found a way to get rid of me and my life. I thought they all loved me in each of their own ways, but I was wrong.

What if dreams did come true? But you could only live them through what we humans call a 'dreams',when really you are in a different world having that adventurer of romance, horror and more. These kinda of dreams is what this girl loves and wish to drown herself in. Ali is a dreamer, has been her whole life. Her daily life is what most people would call average. Ali gets at least a C- in most of her classes for she doesn't want to be in school at all. Her mother is a workaholic who is stuck at the office most if the day and night because the boss pushes her way to much. Leaving her mom even sleeping at the office. gets at least a C- in high school and her mother is a workaholic who ends up falling asleep in her office. Ali sadly gets bullied at school half the time by the Monica Bitch, making her wish all the time she was at home in her bed sleeping. Her only way to escape her real life where she feels hated, unloved, unwanted and not supposed to be here is her dreams.

Can't find the lyrics you're lookin for? request 'em here and i'll post it for you! this is lyric book is not only for me but also for all the readers and music lovers out there. i will also post a video if there's an official music video for the song! just send in a request :D Edit : due to the limitation of the tags and the fact that I can't update this book. I've made a second one for you to check out. So, all pending lyric requests here will be posted in the second book along with new ones.

When death's door come knocking By james a. galgano Soon vomiting blood will be the only cure one is availed. For a life well or poorly lived by through whose lens you peer Images seeming close yet distant from dreams sought true. Decline daily with age upon whose eye's cataracts disguise. What was once so clearly seen now is lost in the shallows. Of ill intent of sins never committed but one now repents When looks backwards from where we now find ourselves to be? There seems a purpose to this tomfoolery lost in memory without rhyme. Age has become an unwelcome friend whose number counts back aligned. With every action a consequence unforeseen until chickens found their roost Upon your once range free terrain of youth which now only looks back in anger But there is no use to this foolish rage choices were made no matter how un-thought. At the time they seemed the path to take into tomorrow never knowing it might lead Flashbacks from present day surely now seems a blur images larger than they seem. Often now reminding you with the incurable disease so rewarded for such malaise. There is no point but to enjoy the rocky ride down rollercoaster from broken dream. To where the decline will soon come to rest with dying breath one will soon take Now not for granted that is what our life was all about before we ever knew. That all roads may not lead to Rome but soon they may also take us to Gethsemane There our time upon the cross will find us soon looking backward without rhyme. Languishing alongside so many like us thus we must be in good company resigned. Wondering was it all worth the choices made or un-chosen bringing us into view. Of life well lived so consigned to what we hoped for but never pursued Until our dying breath we will never waver though might wish had once upon a time