Metoo Stories

What would you do if you were trapped, in school, with four boys from the baseball team? you're with Issac your average teenage boy perverted and flirty, your best guy friend Henry who is like a brother to you, Derek a funny guy with great advice, and Carter sweet with a dark past. well, that's what happens to Amanda or Mandy for short, a freak snowstorm brings out many different things in people friendships emerge, as well as crushes, secrets are dug up from the past, and that my friends is what happens when you're stuck with the baseball team. Lovely Cover Done By @itsteesss 1st Book In The Baseball Team Series sequel - http://www.wattpad.com/story/6814181-road-tripping-with-the-baseball-team Written when I was 14-16 so read at your own risk. #1 in recovery 🥇 Excerpt: "Mandy?" "Yeah," I said. "I bet I can kiss you without our lips touching," he said, I scoff. "No you can't, that's the point of a kiss,". "So you're telling me that I can't kiss you without our lips touching?" he asks like he's trying to make sure he understands everything I just said. "Yes genius," I say sarcastically. "So can I prove to you I can?". "Carter whatever your middle name is Daniels is this you asking if you can kiss me," I ask this is honestly one of the oldest tricks in the book. "And what if I was?" he said cockily.

**TW** mentions of s€xual a$$ault and harra$$ment PTSD and trauma mentions of blood, violence, ch0king derealization and disassociation This is my story; my mind. This is what my mind looks like after being stalked, harassed, grabbed, and almost raped by an adult student at my school. This is how much I doubt the validity of my trauma. This is how he left me. If you can relate, I am so incredibly sorry. I am here for you. Always. Stay safe and know that you are SO valid. Love you.

This is a true story. That's why it's short, anti climate, abrupt and dissatisfying. If your looking for a well rounded ending, there isn't one. That's life.

Just a soul speaking through poetry Please do not use my work without permission & credit back to me. 🖤

« ƑЄЄԼƖƝƓƧ ƛƦЄ ƛ ƤƠƧЄ ƖƝ ƬƖMЄ » There is one question I often ask myself : - What do I feel ? Again, I don't have the answer... Words do not always explain what our soul and heart dictates... But why don't you try ? We'll see what happens ! ~ Spiritual ~ Emotion ~ Positive sentiment ~ Negative sentiment If you are sensitive to negative feelings, grief or depression. Thank you for not practicing in this story for your own good or skip the chapters that concern them ( this is indicated in the name of the chapters but I would put a mention at the beginning in case-where ) ! I am responsible for what I write, not what you read ! Thank you for not plagiarizing my story. It's entirely made up by me. If you want to make a sequel, please let me know ! Otherwise, I wish you a good reading !!! 🎼 ƧƲƝƧӇƖƝЄ ƠƝ ƳƠƲ, ƛԼƖҲ ⚜️

My poetry. My thoughts. My struggles. My healing. My happiness.

||a featured story|| A book of lies a girl named Skylar gathered during the most untruthful year of her life. Copyright @beautifuldisastars 2017

The first ever fanfic based on the CBeebies tv show me too!

•○•○• A collection of poetry•○•○• Although the majority of these were written during a very rough part of my life,, and often travel far down the rabbit hole... please please always remember: {{YOU ARE SO LOVED MY DARLING}} There will always be adversary in your life, but honey, you will get through this. I believe in you. Yes, YOU. YOU CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THIS!! After losing many very loved people to suicide, I struggled with wanting to die myself. For two (coming up on three) years I have been fighting a constant war. On my diagnosis, on my subconscious, on my (lack of) self love, on myself. I, to this day, have days where instead of making it onto here, my poetry is written in the little bubbles of blood coming from my arms. The biggest thing I have come to learn in my struggle is that I didn't ever want to die, I wanted my life as I knew it to end. I hope you enjoy my poetry, lovelies. Reasons to stay alive: Bubble baths Traveling the world Childrens laugh Snickerdoodle cookies All of the concerts you havent been to The new movie youve been waiting on Reading Campfires Listening to the cello Swimming Painting Writing Learning new things Helping others Coloring Trying new food

Someone have said before... Life is all about the crest and trough.... For every rise, there is a fall, just like a Wave. 'How could a pair of brown-shaded eyes pierce a human heart?' 'But how could I stay with her when the secrets still have to be kept hidden?' Teenage struggles may be common.... But when it comes to life of Lasya, its been complicated. Before facing the exam which determines her future, She have to face the facts which determines life....She have to untangle what's keeping Rishi from facing her. WAVES OF LASYA describes the waves of life experiences by an ordinary Indian teenager.Its covered with emotion.LASYA means grace,love,passion.You can find it here. BUT..... This story is an output of the efforts of the author and this work is certainly meant for mere pleasure.Also,the story aims at all age groups. HAVE A GREAT READING TIME😊😊 Ranked #9 in classics(01/10/18) Ranked#30 in metoo (30/08/19) Ranked #5 in metoo (25/04/20)

here enters a starry eyed girl hair as dark as the night constellations dancing across her skin her mind full of more wonders than the world could imagine and here's how the world tore her down and her rebirth

Hey my name is Elena and I have a lot of opinions that no one asked me to share.

I don't think that this story will be requiring any sort of prologue or something...I m glad that a television show had put up such an important and impactful issue to light...the story will be an TS...I just can't right anything more to it...#metoo

"Power always pretends to care, but girls like me are stoned when their clothes are torn off, and boys like him are forever forgiven for being 15." A personal essay on the truth of coming forward as a sexual assault survivor, this 5,000 word short piece tells the story of my court case. Brutally honest and heartbreakingly candid, I expose my deepest secret, I expose what it took to survive, I expose the truth.

Poem represents processing who you are and your emotions after trauma. Its had deeper affects that are much bellow the surface.

Angie never felt quite right growing up in her small town. Her quirks and eccentricities made her an outsider. At 18, she went out into the world, hoping to find her voice. She traveled and learned and loved. Her experiences went beyond anything she could have ever imagined, yet the traumas of her past still haunted her. And when an unexpected event calls her back to her childhood home after 12 years of being away, she must finally take an honest look at who she is and where she comes from. Will this honest look at her roots be what finally allows her to release the true power of her voice? Or is she, her family, and her town destined to forever repeat their cycle of suffering in silence?

Just want Gender Equality to be achieved! A short rant about the sad truth of women when it comes to equality. This article has been published by the Hamilton Spectator and ranked #13 in movement and #19 in the #metoo campaign.

"My husband comes home midday, sweeping the garage floor with his brand-new Benz. He pats the bonnet after shutting the front door on the left. He calls her Lucy and he does not look at me the same way he looks at her with smiley eyes above his pointed nose and thin lips on his almost oval face. He is also 5'8", so it is safe to say that I look up to him. As a housewife, what other things can I aspire to do than watch movies, arrange furniture, and have my mother-in-law sweep sorrowful words into my thoughts? I suggest to my husband that he registers her with the knitting club at the library and he does. She skips her meetings all the time and blames it on her developing dementia. I wonder how she continually remembers that she has dementia, yet forgets her sessions. I never bother to ask." A female character, upon gaining peace and forgiveness from her past, proceeds to another chapter of life. However, her marriage opens the door for another phase of sadness as she experiences miscarriages. Just like the other stories in The Silence We Eat, the character's eyes become lenses through which we see a non-empathetic mother-in-law and a distracted husband who do not support her as they should. In silence, she explores her dreams and when the opportunity became ripe, revealed her true desires to her husband. www.shoolaoyin.com linktr.ee/oyindamolashoola

A snapshot of emotions.