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Truth or dare and pranks when the best people in the world! Laurence, Amy, Aphmau, Garroth, and Dante! Maybe even a few side stories...

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A girl in a big city wants to grow up to fast, and so do her parents. She later finds out at the dinner table that she is to be wedded to a rich guy across the country. She escapes her house and starts the adventure of walking to Colorado.

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Highest ranking: #26 in Non-fiction on 2017-11-28. Shakshya. A beautiful ship. Torn apart by this hated thing... called school. Read more to read about this could've been ship, and a whole lotta other weird shit Because here is the underrated story of SHAKSHYA

“I can't watch netflix anymore“ in which a receptionist named Olivia is thrown into a world with cannibalistic bastards along with her group.

Have you ever felt like you don't belong anywhere? Well that's exactly how Nicole felt. Until one day all her questions were reveled and she met him.

Have you ever felt like you were misjudged? Are your walls up so that no one, not even you can see how you're feeling? Do you ever look blank and empty minded, but in reality there's a war going on in your head? The good guys being your real thoughts, and the opponent being the guilt, the shame, the hate, the insecurities, and the anxiety. In this poem I am describing a person who has their struggles locked away in their own private house, living in luxury while they are trying to tear it down.

"If I Die, would I be remembered?" Sam Carson is struggling with a lot of things. Mostly Life. Living between life and death, between forced choices and compulsions. Never at peace, always at war against emotions. Always thinking about death.

[COMPLETED] My name is Rian Connolly. I am 18, asthmatic, scared of almost everything, I throw up at the sight of death, yet somehow I survived the zombie apocalypse. This is my story.

just a short storys/poems I write

My muscles trembled as the tears burst forth from my swollen eyes. My vision was blurred with my tears as I watched the people I loved, watch 'me' walk out from the barn. Zaroff held his hand around my mouth, making my crys inaudible. The bruise above my right cheek bone stung as his fingers squeezed against it, making me sob louder and harder, mostly in pain. Emotionally and Physically. My family and friends-they all had thought i had been dead. Zaroff had now made them believe that, so now I'll never see them again. And if I do, they won't believe me when I tell them it was never me who came out of the barn that day..