Intime Stories

c'est mon journal intime, c'est normal que ce soit pas drôle alors casse pas la tête

Une leçon de vie, ou une partie d'un journal intime déchiré. Faites en l'interprétation qu'il vous plait, ce n'est là que les pensées d'une fille fantasmant sur un joli mirage.

What will happen when your great love story becomes your worst nightmare?

A collection of short stories. No.1-Mild Horror (The Ice Cream Man) No.2-Angst (Edges) No.3-Angst/Happy (Heroes) No.4-Happy/Mini Thriller(?) (In Time) *More to come*

Life is in the palm of your hands Well, wrists actually. Troye and Connor live in a world where money doesn't exist, there's only a timer on your wrist counting up to the day you die. That's what you use instead of money, you can trade, pay, give, but that only starts when you turn the age of 21, Connor is already 23 but it just so happens to be Troye's 21st birthday coming up. Inspired by the movie |In Time| ~Tronnor~

Inspired by the Hollywood movies 'In Time' and '12 Hours to Live'. This is my first time writing a fanfiction that's not Bollywood but has Bollywood actors/actresses. Hope you like it. By the way, if you guys don't like the names, you can tell me to change it or use some random name while you're reading. (Updated summary needed) Please vote and comment.

Une sorte d'introspection sur papier numérique, un journal intime en quelque sorte.

==DISCONTINUED== ***BASED ON THE MOVIE "IN TIME" WRITTEN, PRODUCED, AND DIRECTED BY ANDREW NICCOL*** After the age of 25, one stops aging and they're only given one year of "free" time. If they want to live longer, they have to earn it. Of course the rich are going to basically live forever and the poor are going to be struggling to survive. And along with the poor are the robbers - the ones who steal other people's time. Anthony Padilla lives in a poor city, but he's no where near poor. He's got plenty of time, almost the same amount as a wealthy person, saved up. He has to hide the time, or else he could get killed. And each day he just adds hours to his clock so as to not be suspicious. But when a girl named Valentina arrives at his door, with only seconds left on her arm clock, begging for a little more time, what does he do? Find out in "Just A Few More Minutes (Smosh FanFic)"

Life is too short not to tell people how we feel. If you really mean it, then there's nothing to be scared of. Be honest and vulnerable, that's what makes you feel human. And feeling human, the good and the bad, is what life is. I just hope I make it in time.

J'écris ce que j'imagine et j'imagine ce que j'écris. Voici mon histoire. Mes pleurs et mes rires. Mes rimes et mes étoiles. Voici mes poèmes. Ma libération. Voici ma vie. Voici ma mort. Bienvenue. Bienvenue dans mon monde. Bienvenue dans votre monde. J'imagine et j'écris. J'écris et imagine. Attention: certaines parties pourront faire allusion plus ou moins explicitement au suicide et à la scarification mais je préviendrai toujours en début de partie.

In a world where time is money and the wealthy can live forever, Camila Cabello is a poor girl who has never seen more than a day's worth of life on her clock and has spent her entire young-adult life working for a casino to repay the 10-year debt her father owes it. Lauren Jauregui is a young woman with no living family who just inherited her father's entire savings account. She is determined to gamble with her last bit of time to collect many more years in return. What will happen when these two cross paths one fateful night at the casino? Camren fanfiction

In 2149, time has replaced money as currency. After turning 25, a person stops aging and has 1 year to live. They must work to add more time to their clock because they die if it ever drops to 0. Within this system, the rich are practically immoral while the poor die young. Role play in the "In Time" reality.

Sixtine, 28 ans, est une jeune femme comme tant d'autres: complètement paumée! L'histoire banale d'une fille très banale, qui se bat jour après jour pour vivre avec son passé, ses démons... la vie d'une femme qui s'accroche à l'espoir que tout ira mieux un jour, à la force des poignets.

Je m'appelle Léa. J'ai 14 ans. Je ne suis ni plus belle, ni plus intelligente, ni plus marrante qu'une autre fille de mon âge. Je suis banale. Je n'ai aucune confiance en moi. Je n'appartiens pas à cette catégorie de filles pour lesquelles les garçons se battent. Je ne sais pas si je m'aime moi-même alors comment pourrais-je demander à un garçon de m'aimer ?

Le journal retrouvé d'une fille perdue

After the loss of her boyfriend, Piper is left to lead a rebellion with her brother Finn. Months of preparation leading up to one night. The entire operation organized to the second, and as long as they all stick to the plan everything will work out. Written in MLA format, for college composition 1301. I received a 95, hope you enjoy and feel free to comment or share. All rights reserved. This in an original work by myself.

Nous nous posons tous cette question ? A quoi bon prévoir notre vie, alors que cette dernière n'est faite que d'imprévus. On s'aime et on se déteste, on vie et on meurt. Nous nous baignons dans un torrent de contradictions. Nous nous posons tant de questions auxquelles les réponses ne nous satisferont jamais. Je vis dans ce même monde que vous, un monde de chagrins d'amour et d'amour éternelle. Nous nous passionnons pour le laid comme pour le beau. Notre vie ne rime à rien et pourtant, elle est si riche. J'écris pour oublier et me rappeler, à quel point vivre est si important. Mais aussi pour me rappeler que les sombres abysses nous attendent.

Petite nouvelle écrite sous forme d'un journal intime. Une pensée, un souvenir partagé.