Cigerettes Stories

(You don't have to play or watch Sally Face to read this, but I recommend it) [Class Of 09 X Sally Face! Reader] ____________________________________________ Maybe it was after the funeral. Maybe it was after the accident. No...it didn't matter anymore...well, it did but that's besides the point... You just wanted to spend your teenage years in normalcy... God, you wish Mom was here... ____________________________________________ Nicole had spent most of her life treating kindness like a scam. Her teenage years so far have been surrounded by men who wanted something from her... attention... validation... Her body... By now, cynicism came as naturally as breathing. But when you started appearing more regularly in her daily routine, it should've been easy to write you off like everyone else. The boy in the prosthetic mask that would hang out with Jecka and almost everyone else she hung out with You weren't nice in a superficial or overly pretentious way, which made you stand out in a good way. You were just there. Quietly and patiently there...and kind of awkward Nicole hated how hard that was to ignore. ____________________________________________

Lana csak túl akarta élni a nyarat. A szakítás Adriánnal darabokra törte. Az éjszakák összemosódtak cigarettafüsttel, neonfényekkel és túl hangos zenével, miközben a barátnői kétségbeesetten próbálták visszahozni önmagához. De Adrián nem tudta elengedni őt. És nem ő volt az egyetlen. Valaki már évek óta figyelte Lanát a háttérből. Valaki, aki minden apró részletre emlékszik vele kapcsolatban. Aki tudja, mikor sír. Mikor fél. Mikor van egyedül. Raven szerint ez szerelem. Amikor Lana egy nyári éjszakán beszáll a fekete autóba, még nem sejti, hogy attól a pillanattól kezdve az egész élete megváltozik. Mert vannak emberek, akik nem tudnak elengedni. És vannak, akik soha nem is akarták.

You smoke a cigarette with Butcher whilst the rest of the boys tease you for your lack of romantic subtlety

It's not easy, being me. But, is it even easy being anyone? Life is so full of worry. Will my dog die? Will the stocks decline? Will I crash my car? Will these people pay me to sleep with them? Will I die? No one ever stops worrying, is it a human thing to naturally worry or do we worry because of humans? Is it only a selective few of humans that worry or is it all of them? I know, a lot of questions, but on the streets you have plenty of time to think of a million answers for each of them.

"I'm feeling depresso" "Depresso" Brendon questions his lips quirk "Yes depresso the feeling you get when you run out of coffee" "Ryan your flipping addicted" "I know" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Brendon life is like a cigarette" I start "Oh really" he says taking another drag from his own "Yeah, the past is ashes, the present is burning and the future is up in smoke. Fast as an breath; inhale exhale " "I see" he mutters Started: 21/07/16 Finished: 5/12/16

In which: grief is like the ocean, it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm and sometimes it's overwhelming. All you can do is learn to swim. Or in which: Duff has never felt loneliness so crushing. Adjusting to an empty bed, an empty house, is soul sucking and heart crushing. It is a pain unlike any other. Everything he sees and hears is a reminder of what he lost. It is an anguish fueled, panic ridden, never ending nightmare. --- "Should I be allowed to move on?" "Of course you should." "Then why can't I? Why is it so fucking hard?" "Because love doesn't end when life does." --- Started: July 8, 2020

"Once a being has been named, it has power. Be sure to take care of yours. I'd know how important it is, because I lost mine." Joshua is always fretting over the "what ifs" in life, but never trusts his gut feeling because it's always wrong... at least until one summer afternoon when he, his friend Markl and cousin have nothing to do and dare each other to go touch the door of the house on the end of the street. The house everyone hated. For the first time, Joshua and Markl are at a loss to do when the strange little girl Alice forces them into playing a very dangerous game if they want Sharon back. But they're not the only victims. There are others forced into games, some knowing they're playing and others not, but they all have their own goals. The only question is if Alice is prepared to give them a winning chance.

Twelve orders. She must do them all, correct and precise, without ruining it for herself or anyone else. No help, not at all. She can not tell anyone about that conversation she had with the stranger on the phone, it will result in death. She is trapped and can not get out, her phone is her only way of having contact with this stranger and find out who he really is, but he knows everything about Avery, even what she is doing at that certain moment. In this mystery story you will read about the girl, Avery Knight, who had to talk to a stranger one night, and now she has to do twelve orders.

He hated himself. She saw him anyway. Arno is fifteen, and already drowning in silence. Cigarettes. Motorcycles. Sleepless nights. Dreams that feel more real than life itself-especially the one where a faceless girl keeps asking him, "Are you okay?" His answer is always the same: "I hate me." Then he meets Mikayla. First through meaningless Snapchat selfies. Then through quiet texts that turn into late-night confessions. And slowly, something begins to shift. The girl in his dreams starts to look like her. The words in his mouth start to change. But healing isn't simple. There are breakdowns. Distance. Fights. And two broken people trying to hold each other without falling apart. This is a story about depression, self-hatred, soft love, and staying even when it's hard. Sometimes the dream isn't what saves you. It's the person who shows up when you wake

"don't worry about it, sweetheart." . . . in which jett tends to run away, and emmett is determined to make her stay

Marianne is a twelve year old girl who suffers from a fatal heart disease. After a terrible incident one evening in May she has to spend her summer indoors, alone and without any friends. But one night she encounters a strange young man in the garden by her house and she feels like he might bring some trouble.

Short story of a bus-stop conversation

im gay (*aromantic*)

-... The music was deafening. Already a bit dazed and drunk I looked around and looked for him. He said he would only go to the bathroom for a moment and that he would be right back! Jefrey couldn't be relied on either ... he was probably making out with some girl with daddyissues again from Florida or something. I had to smile and let him know this moment. I also wanted to have fun, I mean just standing around helplessly at a festival wasn't my thing. So I unpacked my cigarette pack, looked around and the cigarette fell out of my hand. I swore briefly and bent to pick it up. I was bumped into and cursed even more, but my thoughts were only on those beautiful eyes cursed and turned away from the deep and beautiful green eyes that were still staring at me. She was so lovely, so hot and so helpless like me ...-

So many varieties of feelings and thoughts go through one's mind every day. These are poems through emotions on my mind. True as they are stated but get better within time so read and light a cigarette cause you're gonna need it after reading and wondering what could this possibly be about.

A short story of the first time a nine year old girl finds out just how bad cigarettes really are for you...

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Some connections begin with conversations. Others begin with things half-spoken. Adrian Reyes has always moved through life with quiet confidence-well dressed without trying, observant without being intrusive, effortlessly good at most things he does. Most things... except history. Between surviving his night class, keeping up with his loud but loyal best friend Jave, and navigating the chaos of university life, Adrian is used to being in control. Elio, on the other hand, is starting over. A year after walking away from a seven-year relationship, he enters university hoping for something simple: space, distraction, and maybe a quieter version of himself. He keeps to the back of the classroom, listens more than he speaks, and carries a kind of hope that comes from surviving something difficult. They sit only a chair apart. Adrian doesn't know him. Elio remembers him. Between passing glances, quiet observations, and words left unsaid, something begins to unfold-not loudly, not dramatically, but slowly... in the spaces between. Some stories start with a spark. This one starts with a silence. And sometimes, silence says the most.

Based on a true story.

Can't see. Can't dream. Can't sleep, so I'm not going to breathe.