Insensitive mga kuwento

𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃. When a volleyball to the face introduces her to Suna Rintarou-the school's most talented yet laziest athlete, she vows to capture his worst angles in her sketchbook as payback. Her drawings start as exaggerated caricatures: Suna as a sleepy fox, a grumpy cat, anything but the annoyingly attractive boy he actually is. But when he begins leaving notes in her margins, pointing out flaws in her artwork with surprising insight, their silent war takes an unexpected turn. As the pages fill with traded sketches and snarky comments, Retsuko discovers the boy behind the indifferent facade notices far more than he lets on-including the way her pencil lingers when drawing his smile. What began as revenge becomes something dangerously close to affection, proving that sometimes the most beautiful art comes from the messiest beginnings. A story of clashing passions, secret admirations, and the quiet magic of falling for someone one sketch at a time. Suna Rintarou x Female Reader!

"What am I supposed to say? This was so much easier to do in my head. And really, what is there to say? You walked in the room. I changed. I fell. "For you, I mean. I fell for you. "-you know, that stuff you see in those crappy clichéd chick-flick movies. "But yeah. I guess there was one slight difference between the movies and us. "It all happened while trapped on a bed. "And by trapped on a bed I mean I was trapped on a bed. And by bed I mean a hospital bed. And by trapped I mean- "Ok...you know the details already. You were there. But just, I need to say this because I still don't believe it. "I was in a coma. I fell in love with you while I was-as you would so delicately put it-dead...where it counted. "So, the reason I'm saying this... Jesus. The reason. There's so many reasons. But this is the most important-this is the one you need to hear. "The day I met you, was the day I finally woke up. "So now it's your turn. "Please, wake up."

I look happy, don't I? I mean.. there's a big smile on my face. So I'm happy. Right? I know most people wouldn't be happy with my life. I know my mom wasn't. You know, since she killed herself. I didn't even shed a tear. Many people have called me insensitive or cold-hearted. But what happens when I meet a boy that makes me too compassionate. To the limit where I literally can't live without him. It's weird. Either I don't feel a thing or I feel too much.

A short poem on how frustration sets in someone's troubled soul

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When a young teen makes a poor life choice, he now spends the rest of his days in a max security prison for the mentally ill. This is his story...

We were so close before. I used to be your best friend. I used to be your partner in almost everything. But now we're becoming strangers. You don't talk to me, you don't recognize me and you stay nonchalant to everything that's happening to us.

this mentions things that may seem triggering to some people reader discretion is advised.

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I had barely made it a step when I say a man walking towards me. He too had a digital clock thing on top of his head too, except his had todays date, September 10th, and his timer read, 00:00:12. I didn’t know what to expect, but I wanted to see what happened when the clock clicked down, so I stood and watched him. 00:00:09, 00:00:08, 00:00:07, 00:00:06, 00:00:05, 00:00:04, 00:00:03, :00,00:02. I didn’t know what to assume for 00, but I watched patiently as he looked both ways and crossed the road, and then, just like clockwork, 00:00:00, and a car came speeding out of nowhere, and knocked the man down. He was dead. Somehow, between him dying and me freaking out, I had an epiphany; I saw when people were going to die. And then I officially had my first panic attack since my mom died.   Boysenberry Moonchild Roxburgh is your average girl who happened to get hit by lightening, starts seeing when people are going to die, meets a soul reaper and his pissed off half brother, gets hired by death and is being constantly annoyed by a stalker black cat and her dead mother who she can now see. All while trying to finish high school and save her twin brother Liam who is going to die on their birthday. Yeah, Normal high school girl.

Poems written over the years, by me.

You're not weak, you're strong because you feel, embrace and adapt to this insensitive world. Society's definition of you is weak.

this story takes place at school and home these two girls become best friends, but Emily treats river pretty bad.

I screamed in horror as I watched my mother's thrashing body get dragged across the floor. The large, bulky man snorted as he grasped my mother by her long, silky hair. My mother herself was screeching and crying yet the man didn't care, not at all. "Stop! Let her go!" I screamed once more as I watched a sense of pleasure soar through him as he smashed my mother's face into the counter. I could feel my wolf pacing and snarling as the man behind me licked my jugular. I may have hated my mother but if she was going to die, she'd die when it was her time. Not in the hands of another pack. That wasn't up to me. All grew silent, even my mother's screams and sobs of terror as he walked in. He had to be at least seven feet tall and a wall of muscle. If I had thought these rouges were frightening.. I had another thing coming. His pink lips looked so soft and kissable. His blue eyes were emotionless, as vast as the surface of the ocean but underneath it? That was a pure wonder. Underneath two, narrowed eyes. I couldn't hide it, I had become aroused at just the thought of him even though he was a bad man who only thought of women as his play toys. Not even a glance was sent my way even though his redwood scent flooded my nostrils and caused me to sneeze. "Lock her away. Have your fun with the whore but keep in mind, boys, if you have any chance at impregnating her, don't kill the child. Or children." he chuckled. Damn. some mate.

Victoria is a 17 year old girl who is sick of life. She has been run over like trash by a boy she loves, Colton. She can't manage to keep her heart from being broken, ripped out, and stomped on. She is having trouble in school when her History teacher, Mr.Oswalt(a.k.a. Mr.Meathead) throws her into tutoring. There she sees the last person she wants to see. Colton. He's taunting her, practically begging her to do something ignorant. Victoria then discovers a cute jock, Tyler, that starts to fall for her. He is not like all the usual jerks, like Colton. He cares for her, but she doesn't know it. When will Victoria heal? Read and find out.

A description of my world with poetry that rephrase stories of pain to words of beauty.

My 13 Reasons

Literally <no ships> (unless requested🙄) these are just things I think of on a daily basis. Again, CAROLINE OR ANYONE I KNOW IS SIMPLY PROHIBITED FROM READING THESE.

The story circles around Bontoy, a man born without hands. His father blames him for all family miseries that happened and even to the point of insulting him during a significant event focusing on the magnanimous talent of his son, Bontoy.

Two friends, polar opposites, slowly learn to love each other. (I TOOK THE COVER ART FROM TOHAD ON TWITTER IM SO SORRY I CANT FIND A COVER THAT I WANT FOR THIS THING BUT REST ASSURED I WILL CHANGE IT IN THE FUTURE)