Erratic Stories

What exactly is love anyway? Is it when someone has hurt you a lot but you choose to continue having the same feelings? Or is it when you sacrifice your own happiness for the person you love for them to be happy? I do know something about it though, Love is unpredictable. It all started at the erratic phase of my heartbeat and he was the only one who made my heart beat at such speed. -=+=- Macy Anderson makes a pretty brave decision of giving Chase Alberg a secret admirer card. She thought that there was nothing to loose at the time but what she didn't know is that love has an unpredictable way of showing who's for you and who's not. **not edited yet.

Emotions are hard to explain, so I will explain them to the beat of my abilities.

a collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or written But they are my works, As poorly written as some of them maybe and as confusing These are parts of me written down. So have fun reading.

An Apocalypse of poetry.

This is a story a boy named Ruben. He's in college and when he was 15-19 he had a girlfriend Ally; she cheated on him after 4 years of dating. He feels empty inside and he keeps to himself but he will fuck you up if he wanted to. He's like a regular boy but with some serious emotional control problems.

This story is a gloomy yet dark story about how a little girls childhood formed her into the person she is today. Some things gone forgotten and some too hard for her to even speak on. Adira has had bad luck all her life until her adulthood and even then, she just doesn't have much. The most tragic things any woman can imagine, emerges itself on her and she breaks. Bringing all chaotic and mental problems to her.

Holly driftwood is/was a British influencer who has not been seen since being involved in a series of incidents which ended her very brief influencing career. This is her diary which she kept from the beginning. She gave it the imaginative title of 'My Journey Journal'

It was a regular night for Liz. One night as she was making dinner, her neighbor Sam comes over to tell him about one of the many dates he's been going on lately. But that night, things were different, and took an unexpected turn.

"You girls seem pretty fucked up. It's kinda hot." I looked over to Nicole and smirked, slyly. "We are."

" Blood Sovereign: The Final Battle of Blisster " In the frozen shadows of Russia's underground ice city, a war unlike any other ignites-Alanna Sovereign, the most feared killer in history and undisputed queen of Blisster, comes face to face with her greatest betrayal: Zoe Bartholomews, the cunning hacker known as "The Reaper," once her most trusted sniper and now a police informant playing both sides. For years, Blisster thrived on chaos, fear, and merciless power-until Zoe turned. Behind her cold, calculated eyes and sniper's aim was a secret alliance with international law enforcement. She leaked locations, sabotaged operations, and slowly dismantled the empire from within-all while hiding in plain sight beside the Empress of Death herself. But Alanna Sovereign doesn't forgive betrayal. Now, the world watches as these two titans of terror clash in a city carved from ice and steel, a secret haven for exiled warlords. The battle is live-streamed across the globe, hijacked by dark web broadcasters, as underground mobs, intelligence agencies, and rival syndicates tune in to witness the most destructive one-on-one fight of all time. Zoe fights with precision, tech-enhanced weaponry, and brutal sniper agility. Alanna fights with sheer rage, unmatched martial prowess, and the instinct of a born killer. Each blow cracks the ice, each scream echoes across continents. Blood stains white snow. Satellites shake. Cities riot. This is more than revenge. This is war between past and present. Between loyalty and betrayal. Between two monsters made by the same machine. Only one will survive. And the world will never forget her name.

Dentro de toda tu vida ¿puedes enumerar la cantidad de veces que has sido herido?, en una escala de 1 a 10 podrías definir el grado de intensidad de dolor que te causo tal acción, palabra, gesto, etc. Después de esto ¿podrías tener la seguridad de que si relatas cada historia a cualquier otra persona y la sometes a las preguntas anteriores, tendrían la misma respuesta?. Es probable que muchos coincidan contigo, podría ser que alguien este en desacuerdo total e incluso puede que alguien mas diga, que quizá tu fuiste la culpable. Vivimos en la época en que conocemos las opiniones de los demás, somos libres y nos podemos expresar, al menos eso sucede en la mayoría de los casos. Todos sabemos que en algún punto de nuestra vida hemos realizado acciones que acaban por herir a alguien mas, algunas veces sin intención oras veces en verdad no lo sabemos. A cuantos conocidos has escuchado decir, "me dolió pero no le dije nada" y cuantos te han hecho sentir la peor persona, cual es la cantidad de odio exacta que hay en tu corazón? Cuantas personas te odian?, ¿de verdad esas personas a tu alrededor te aman. Tenemos cientos y cientos de preguntas que no tienen respuesta, porque todos nos consideramos buenos, o malos. Preguntas que quizá no hemos pensado en hacernos. Meditemos un poco sobre algunas cosas para poder entrar a la historia de una vida, en la que el dolor se veía y media de formas muy distintas. Todos dicen que las madres aman a sus hijos, pero, ¿podrías imaginar a una madre que busca vengarse de su hija?, ¿Podrías sentarte a escuchar la historia de esa madre volverte imparcial y no juzgar antes de conocer todas las perspectivas? Si estas mental y moralmente preparad@ entonces continua y descubre cuales son "las perspectivas del dolor"

An young woman,who has no idea about her identity saved by a stranger.She had to spend the night in his house suddenly she stumbles upon an ancient calendar from 1965 hanging on the wall of a seemingly ordinary room in the year 2024.

If you read my profile intro then you know I'm eccentric. Just random thoughts that come to mind. Sorry if I get a little crazy.

Poems. Random words put up. Unsaid thoughts. Hidden stories. Just them, us, and me. --- "Erraticness" By: euphoricskepticism Started: August 11, 2015 - April 2, 2018 #924 in Poetry - 062417-102517 #644 in Poems - 112023

No one knows kung ano ang mangyayari sa susunod pang mga araw. Be careful of what you're saying dahil baka kainin mo lang ang sinabi mo. Remember, things happen erratically.

Two sworn enemies could never become friends, right? Follow these two in a slow burn of them constantly fighting.

Our hands seem to always find a way to touch. Each time we close the distance between us, we seem to crave the feel of each other's skin, either we instantly wrap ourselves in each other's arms or automatically hold hands in a way your fingers are intertwined between mine. Our eyes seem to always find a way to meet even in crowded places. The stares that linger before we exchange sweet smiles and face somewhere else as if we long for something more. No soul has ever captivated me the way yours does. But... "We're friends. Just friends, right?"