Daterape Stories

He thinks she's a good play toy. Until he drives her to insanity.

You receive a text message in the middle of the night from a number that you don't recognize. Presuming it's a drunk message meant for someone else you go back to sleep. Hours later it dawns on you that perhaps it is not a drunk message and it is meant for you.

A group of College kids going to Las Vegas For Spring Break. They won't never forget.

This is the story about how sans became a serial rapist and ninja becoming a big bottom boy bitch

I do not own the rights the the lyrics of this song.

I don't know if I can think of anything worse after a night of drinking than waking up next to someone and not being able to remember their name, or how you met or why they're dead.

Scott Masterson and Rica Daniels have been linked since birth. Tragically, Rica was assaulted by a group of boys as a young girl, and wants absolutely nothing to do with Scott. The fact that he's white, like the boys who attacked her, does not help. Scott has such a huge crush on Rica that he still continues to do everything in his power to get her to accept him into her life. As fate would have it, Scott is slowly able to gain Rica's trust by helping her through a series of traumatic events. Unfortunately, this may not be enough for Rica to overcome her painful past. Will she ever be able to love Scott the way that he has always loved her? Or will she continue to hold Scott accountable for the pain inflicted on her by others years ago? Will she ever be able to look at Scott in the same light that he has always seen her, without bias, and essentially become... Color Blind? Copyright@2004

*#1 in true story, 8/14/19* I guess you could say I'm going through some shit. What you're about to read are a series of journal entries following my survival of rape. Each update emerges from the deepest, most sorrowful recesses of my mind, so I caution you to proceed with gentleness and compassion. WARNING: I do not want pity, nor do I want any comment that says "I hope you're doing better," or "I hope you're okay now." It is my firm belief and ambition to allow myself the honor of not being okay. Humanity loves happy endings, but to get to a happy ending, you must first go through the process. I'm in the process. I'll get to the happy ending eventually, but please... don't choose to focus on the future and project that upon me while I'm sinking in the present. Now, without further ado... I welcome you into my story.

There are three sides to every story, your side, my side and the truth, which some proclaim is a mixture if yours and mine. This however isn't your story, it isn't your time, and these aren't your feelings and thoughts, they're mine.

On hold.