Lamppost Stories

-A short poem about seduction-

He's always there... Always watching...

I ran into a lamppost. Yep - face on. Into a lamppost. As soon as my face came into contact with the metal, I felt a body wrapped around me but it was too late - my nose was already broken. Immediately I started crying, along with blood gushing out of my nose. Romeo pulled out a packet of tissues he had in his pocket for me (since he had a cold), and applied them to my nose. Brooklyn was comforting me and ringing my mum. Brooklyn was stroking my hair and cradling me in his arms "Ok... what about you, what are you going to do?" I asked him "I will walk back with Romeo" "I want you to come! Please!" I pleaded "I would but I have the boys, shh you will hurt your nose if you talk baby" Brooklyn hushed DID HE JUST CALL ME BABY?! "Oi, Brooklyn, just because I'm crying it doesn't mean Im a baby!" I snapped "I didn't mean it like that, I meant it the other way you div" He laughed "Oh" was all I could get out - the pain was getting worse and the bleeding hadn't fully stopped yet. Oh and Brooklyn Beckham just called me baby. ---- Lauren and Brooklyn fall in love in the weirdest way possible- by walking into a lamppost. It starts with Lauren moving to London after winning the lottery. Will Brooklyn's friends get in the way of their relationship? "You're too beautiful Lauren" Ranked #14 in Brooklyn Beckham fanfic (completed) All idea's are mine and I worked hard to come up with them so PLEASE DONT STEAL! :) -STORY COMPLETED-

Watch and listen in as grandad Harold tells tales to his grandchildren: Karl, kevin, Colin, Kim, Paul, Sam and the others. You might as well join in too

A guy finds himself in a deep conversation with a lamppost, but how the hell the lamppost answered??!

A grumpy lamp post judges everyone.

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While there are families living quite well-off, there are also those living in an unfortunate situation. They are the poorest of the poor living underneath the beams or truss of the bridge that spans the river where they are confident to the endurance of the structure. You would find some of them in a demolished building where they build their makeshift tent for shelter.

The most cliché (Y/n) Wattpad Story you'll ever read-- with a twist! If you're looking for a book that's worth reading-- don't come here. Please. *Warning: Very Cliché.* FANART IS NOT MINE!

Just a collection of short stories. These are all original. Please let me know if you like them. Tell you friends.

The fleeting life of a passing flower, The sole one of her kind. ~~~

In an attempt to create a better version of human, a group of scientist created another version, but not necessarily better. This new form of people were called Solars. They needed no food or water, and they could not sleep on their own accord. They could feel no decrease in energy, making them the best workers, but they still needed rest. When people were asked to take in some Solars, and "recharge" them at night, people were disgusted. The scientists wanted desperately for them to be taken in by society, but the people were not willing. Coming up with another plan, they modified the Solars to only be able to move when a source of electricity was running. They were not going to be of much use inside, so they were stationed outside. The general public still did not like the idea of these new humans, so the scientists thought of away that they would not be seen often. Each Solar was assigned a lamppost, and would only be able to move when the light was on.

Meet Kitty Proud, a wallflower who prefers to blend into her background. Ever since her mom died, she had receded into a shell, emotionally blocking herself from everyone. Meet Wesley Bane, who doesn't seem to understand 'walls'. He is cocky, arrogant and finds great pleasure in getting on Kitty's nerves. But sometimes when someone has walls as thick as Kitty's there needs to be a conceited jerk to shake her world and make her live again. - "I like a bit of danger," Wes whispered, his grey eyes shining. "Yeah?" I said in a flat tone. "Then you have nothing to do with me." "It's the quiet girls that are the kinky ones," he winked. I blanched, but tried to keep my cool, "And it's guys like you who're man-whores." He opened his mouth to say something but I quickly cut him off, "Well, if you don't mind, could you kindly remove your hand?" I looked pointedly at his hand. His eyes had a certain glint to them as he winked at me before he squeezed his hand. The cap sprang off, hitting my face as coffee spilled over my hands. I shrieked as the hot coffee scalded my hand, effectively causing me to drop the cup. I was glad to see that I dropped it on Wes' shoes though, causing it to satisfyingly splatter onto his jeans. "What the hell?" he shrieked, jumping back. "Don't 'what the hell' me!" I shouted at him. "What is your problem, Bane?!" "Well, you see, there's coffee on my shoes now," he frowned. "They were expensive too, you know." I huffed in irritation, fuming, "If only money could buy decency."

The Dimming Light is a collection of short stories based on the idea of people having to reach the light of a lamppost so they can survive and be returned to their previous life.

PG 13 Hope you enjoy.

About a girl who thought she was dreaming and turns out to be something very weird

In a park filled with flickering streetlights and moving shadows, Aravind encounters a voice and a shadow that capture his heart. But before he can meet the girl behind the shadow, she vanishes. Drawn by a desire to find her, Aravind embarks on an emotional journey that blends fleeting encounters, longing, and moments of self-reflection. Will he ever meet the girl behind the shadow, or is she destined to remain just a beautiful memory?