Fih Stories

I kid you not, this story was supposed to be a joke. It is a joke, but it came to life. Welcome to what could potentially be the reason why I should switch to AO3. (/j) Credits to my buddy Arthur for inspiring me to write this. May your marriage be prosperous and peaceful. I know I'll regret this. Written by TuxedoTia.

a thought every day until i forget or sum tw swearing will probably happen

Fish_lamp78 and shysl33pi1vep host a sacrifition for Red since Red dissed shysl33pi1vep's Undertaker. ALSO JOIN THE DISCORD!!! https://discord.gg/EnBH8J87g

Alguien es alguien llamado pepe y es del pepé si quieres saber más , lee un libro :)

"The white door never opened for her, treated as a secret to be kept. It felt as if she was destined to be locked in forever and never to go out. Sasha Rudolph, the nonexistent first born of the Rudolph family, is a secret that can never be known or shown as it holds the Rudolph family's pride as one of the top families with pure genes throughout the generations. Despite being locked, Sasha's curiosity towards the outside was evident even after being locked in ever since she was a child."

DONT OPEN ONLY TOBY CAN UNTIL SoMEONE GOVES ME 100000000000000 ROBX

I have nine pets, have fun seeing them all!

Since birth, I have been painting my life in black and grey, never straying far from those colours. Having my hand slapped if it trails yearningly towards the dazzling brilliance of azure or sweet, alluring bliss of amber or the wild, ragged shades of emerald. Being scolded if I decide to use a softer brush, one that'll soothened the rough edges of the scenery that I've built over the years. In constant submission to the use of a brittle canvas that ruined any image I attempted to create, no matter how much love and tears I poured in to it No matter how much time or energy or enthusiasm I showered around it, no matter how much life I blew into- it wouldn't blaze. Being pushed off my stool and having someone else paint my artwork whilst I sit chained tight, watching with silent screams as they savagely taint my world with hate and distaste. Not a say, not a word could I speak. I gaze in raw disbelief, in blinding despair, my body spasming in despair as they wildly run the brush up and down in all directions instead of one. What happened to the gentle, soft strokes I tried to familiarise my portrait with? What happened to me? My heart shattering as they carelessly spill colours over the lines that I had carefully drawn with heartaching precision. All my life I had had painted my universe with the same brush, same canvas, same colours, same landscape, same scenery. I have allowed anyone and everyone to pick up my brush and destroy my serenity. The pictures I paint are not painted by me, rather I'm just a puppet being controlled by the manipulative people that I am surrounded by. I paint with my eyes shut tight not seeing the world as I should be. This book is the winner of the hip generation awards coming in at second place. Impressive rankings #5 in teenagers 2/8/19 #2 in magic 5/8/19 #55 in living 21/8/19 The cover picture is not mine and all rights and credit goes to the owner.

Eternal Sugar got dissed, so Fish_lamp78 hosted another sacrifice.