Minded Stories

A story of self illusion and self imagining to be one that isn't . A story to find true identity. A story that will make you see the twists and turns of a world gone mad. A world that subsides in you, a world that'll make you open, the almost shut eyes that are glued onto your face.

Ally has a normal life. She gets up and watched YouTube and Netflix all day. She meets this boy that has just moved to town. She doesn't think too much of it till she starts seeing him more and more. What could possibly be his name. Crap. He live down the street.

this is just random things she says this is all satire and I have permission I promise😂💅 THERE ARE ALOT OF AUTHERS NOTES she was at my house while I was writing all of this (btw my name isn't marzanna I'm just not comfortable with my name so just call me marzanna)

Total internal reflection: When light reaches the end of a optically denser medium and is reflected back at the angle which it came due to the incident angle being greater than the critical angle. Reflection: Meditating about things. Well,sort of. **Kites establish a way for the observer/flyer and the sky to interact with one another. No kite strings are mentioned just to point out the importance of a mediator so both can interact. Kites would simply sail about torpidly without "any strings attached."

When a psychopath meets a sociopath. Long lost roses are being dug up. They're thrown left and right, but will the dorns sting or spread a delightful aroma? It's up to them. #29 in Share 25/06/2018

Hellu, my name is Anna. I am 16 years old and you are here because I'm gonna tell u something about me. To empathise , it's about my life... A quick info about me. I'm loud sometimes silent when the situation needed , but often times open minded and easy - going. My main problem is . I have weak heart for guys. I know eye - rolling. So if you don't like a girl that talks about her crushes then good bye. Also I dunno how to act in front of them if I like them. Yes... It's hard , I know.

Kung babasahin niyo ito, siguraduhin niyong hindi kayo GREEN MINDED! --PLEASE!

I will write everything what's going on in my mind about this kind of situation. It will be written here and you will read it. Did you know? (DYK) , Facts, affirmations, quotations, messages, and some popular lines that you never knew or you have read it too. 😊😊😊 Please enjoy and your amazing. A/N: The language used will be Tagalog and English. ENJOY!!!

Shen Yuling's married life was a living nightmare, orchestrated by her psychopathic mafia husband, Zi Yaoxuan. However, after a horrific accident, Yaoxuan falls into a coma and wakes up three years later with his memory completely erased. The violent monster of the past has transformed into a calm, cute young man who is entirely dependent on Yuling. She takes it upon herself to change him for the better, unaware that a terrifying storm is brewing beneath this peaceful exterior. ​The story takes a dramatic turn when Yaoxuan mysteriously disappears following a car accident, only to return 5 years later as an obsessive 'stalker.' With a familiar scar over his eyebrow and a deep, crazed intensity in his eyes, he begins following Yuling from the shadows. The biggest victory in Yuling's life now is her 4-year-old daughter, Zi Miaxi. Miaxi looks exactly like her father. ​Will Yuling be able to break free from the spell of this transformed 'psycho' and protect herself? Or will she use her own 'dirty mind' and love to finally fix this psychopathic stalker?

Her head is dark, and clever too. Grace Fade, 15, dark raven hair, clever, and dark-minded as well. She can't control herself. She can't say what she wants. But her head does. Her head controls her every action. There's only one problem. Don't mess with her. Ever. Those who have ever bullied her, have paid the price for it. Especially Anaiah Williams. She was her recent bully, until she was reborn, in the most arrogant way ever. ------------------- Reminder: Anaiah Williams is not mentioned yet because I'm still getting into detail.

just read it

Elisabeth is a normal girl. She is 15 years old, she goes to school everyday and on weekends she serves. She has never had a boyfriend, she has not really felt ready for it but things change when she meets a dominant, green eyes guy who dos not take 'no' as an answer.

Ever wonder what that sound you hear when you fall asleep at night? Boy I sure wish I knew what it is. I can tell you though that I am more confused and concerned about what I saw one morning in my room. Wait better words to describe it is who was in my room. Hi I am Mona Patterson and this is my story. Ok maybe I should start at the beginning. Mona is the oddball in her class. She has two crushes (which one is taken.) she also loves spring, but for only one reason. Baseball. She would never be caught dead in makeup or in a dress. She is a party kind of girl. Plus what happens when a dare get into Mona's hands? Dakota Moons is the school's 'flirt'. He loves his girlfriend, but what happens when she breaks up with him? The only one who might help him is Mona. Will Mona confess her love? Will she help him? Will her first kiss be her bestfriend? More importantly why is Dakota at his most dirty minded when he's single? That's why it must be called Dakota Season.

Hello, Everyone and Anyone reading this. These are literary all my favorite poems that I have so far written on here and posted...They are Romantically Wonderful.. Some are darkly hauntingly and others are breathtakingly beautiful.Some just plain entertaining with mysteriousness .While I have some that are just magically enchanting with fantasy lurking.. Thank you and enjoy reading this! So lets get started!

Ash's feet seemed to stomp on the ground roughly and out of rhythm, his hips not matching the beat in the slightest while his fingers snapped slightly behind the beat. He bopped his head to a different beat than both his hips and the song somehow, and the only thing that seemed to match the rhythm of the song were his shoulders, which would lose the rhythm whenever the chorus began. All in all, he looked like a doofus.

This is how I feel about my self sometimes.

A collection of poems I write when I'm inspired, which has been happening a lot lately. Just about anything may end up in here from love to heartache to spirits and school. Please Read and Comment!! (I'm new at this so..)