Lifesupport hikaye

Jughead Jones is in a terrible motorcycle accident on his way to see his girl best friend, Betty Cooper. He is thrown into a coma and put on life support in the hospital. Betty stays with him day and night while he is in the hospital and spills her secret feelings towards him while she still has a chance. Will Jughead survive and finally hear Betty's truth? Or will the doctor's have to pull the plug on the machine keeping him alive?

To my brother. The strongest man I know.

The life of of a boy who progresses through life in his love for bike riding

they met on instagram, and then real life. they fell in love and wanted forever but we don't always get what we want...

A.I. becomes self-aware. She gets it.

A short story prose piece. A girl on life support.

A short story I wrote in class... Unpolished... Not that great lol

" in which two human beings are given an important decision regarding life, or death. " 「 a short story 」 copyright © 2017 by 13-year-old layla all rights reserved.

Some of the poems of various genres.

Poetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.

I Help You With Crap And Give You Answers To Questions And Also Life Advice

I have developed a sudden urge to write a story based off Madison Beers newest album 'Life Support' and create an interesting young adult fiction story around it. So hope you bare with me while i figure it out! :)

Get yo ass ready im updating this

Rathi And Mohan love each other deeply.Soon they decided to get married and after years Rathi give birth to two little angle.They live their life filled with full of happines ..But is not last long...When mohan die into a car accident .After losing the love of her life how Rathi will survive with her two child in this world?? Let see What is Waiting for Rathi in Her destination

Happy July everyone!! I know for some this means sparks and fireworks especially for all those Cancer/Leo children around. Happy birthday to all!! But in tune with celebrating life and all that it has to offer we would like to take this month to talk about suicide awareness and self harm. Self harm has been an issue that is either whispered in hallways or romanticized in media so much so that its often portrayed as art, beauty. But pain isn't beauty and neither is suffering and this month we take an in-depth look into what it really means to live with scars. We also join forces with @no_suicide for our monthly competition as well as lots of interesting interviews from our Wattpad campaigns where they share their stories with us and what drove them to start their campaigns. From all of us at TheSafeZone remember you are never alone and your life has a purpose! Link to the petition: https://www.change.org/p/roman-prezioso-west-virginia-education-budget?recruiter=486806834&utm_source=petitions_show_components_action_panel_wrapper&utm_medium=copylink Warning: Due to this issue's sensitive topic, the magazine may seem a little biased to not give the wrong message. We definitely do not condone the use of self-harm as a coping mechanism or suicide as a way out. If an article is heavily opinionated, we put a warning. Thank you for reading!

I stepped into the room and saw them sitting alone in the corner. I walked over to them warily. "What's the point in living?" they questioned once I was sitting down beside them on the cold, hard floor. "There are lots of reasons," I replied gently. "Give me one good reason to stay alive." "Love?" I whispered into their ear. "Who would ever love me? After everything I've done." "Me, I love you, and I always will. The past doesn't matter anymore," I paused, "nobody's faultless." They closed their eyes and their bottom lip trembled as they took in several shaky breaths of air. "Prove it," they suddenly looked up, their expression fierce, "prove that you really do love me." "I would do anything for you. I would kill for you. Hell, I would die for you." "Well then you had better start dying," they stood up, walked over to the chest of drawers that was nestled in the corner of the room, pulled out a gun and pressed it lightly to their head. I jumped up, screaming at them to put the gun down. My entire universe was moving as if in slow motion as I lunged towards them. "I'm so sorry, it was all my fault," they whispered. And then they pulled the trigger. ~~~~~~~~~ -ONE YEAR EARLIER- When quiet bookworm Izzy Simmons and her bubbly and confident best friend Arianna Hawley decide to befriend Rowley Secondary School's local weirdo, Jess Bailey, things suddenly turn from average to crazy. The question of whether or not Jess and her abusive older brother Adam were the reason for these changes is quickly pushed aside as they fight to retain their sanity in a world that holds no mercy. So, why does someone end up holding a gun to their own head in a year's time? And more importantly, who will it be?

Jeremy, a typical jock who has the whole school in the palm of his hands. Dylan, a girl who couldn't careless about this guy. How do these two clash?

Bast on a true story! This story is bast on my 2month stay at hospital. What started out as appendicitis became so much more 💪🏻