Dull Stories

The friend. Not girlfriend. Friend

You lived in a Dull home with dull people in a dull Town. You and a few other people knew what fun and color meant. It wasn't fun being the only one's who understood though. you where never aloud to tell anyone about it. But then things change including the people.

All of my poems always connect to my life. These deal with a certain person that I'm passionate about.

What happens when the girl you once loved turns into someone you no longer recognize? Do you cling to the warmth of the past, or endure the coldness of the present? How can she still be her... when all that's left feels like a stranger?

~. Despondency: Low spirits from loss of hope or courage; Dejection: an air of despondency .~

Even here at the end of the world, nightmares will track you down. To Danny, small town life is a deadly dull... Until his school mate disappears naked and delirious into the snow one night, never to be seen again. It turns out, it's not the first time this has happened. There's something out there in the dark and now it's waiting for him. Fear has a face...and it's watching Small town life is no longer full, just deadly...

Void of sentiments and injected with numbness, I strive for the sensation of any emotion. I haven't felt for years, couldn't comprehend mental sensations, but then she came along...

just a draft honestly. got bored and wrote this. still full of typos and things that don't really make sense. if i ever should continue this in the future i want to be like a sofia coppola sort of vibe, something artsy, ethereal, melancholic, something deep and niche. i don't know really.

A chronicle of a glimpse of an expat's life and her friend's generosity in helping her

Ever since I moved in, each day has been worse, I can't sleep, I can't eat... Sometimes I feel like I can't even move...

'Sup. I don't know what brought you here so if you came here thank you. This isn't actually a story its just me brawling out my feelings, so your free to go. If you want to read this fuckin stupid and useless life go ahead. And I don't expect you to enjoy the story so... thanks

[ Random Poetry ] Dont touch me, I'm fragile. " i broke my heart loving you " " you'll never be the one " " you're just an extra " " trash thats you " Random sad quotes

Cathy just another teenager facing problems in life. Like her parents get divorced and her mum can only afford a house in Riverdale but this house,something is haunted especially the mirror that eye catches her. What is the secret of this house ? And when the other side of the mirror turn things around. What will she do? Where is her mum? Where is she? What is this haunting side of Riverdale? The most important question what is on the other side of the mirror? Things get real! Can Cathy pass her thriller experience to get things back to normal and get her mum back. What is haunting her? Read on to see the thrilling story of the side the side that......

Once there was a place filled with people who were lost. A place that did not lie to them about who they were. A man found that place, and recognized himself in it.

Compilation of short poems

"Depending on who you place in the same situation, the characteristics of said incident change kaleidoscopically. In other words, there is one incident. However, there are as many stories explaining it as there are people involved in it." This is the philosophical, melancholic tale of one desperate hero. Cast aside the illusion that there is a beginning and end to a story. This story has no beginning, and it has no end. All there is, is people connecting, living, influencing each other, and departing. It's a bit of a flight of fancy, so try to think outside of the box.

A star that doesnt get wished on because she's not that bright like the others.