Pasttense Stories

Everywhere I turned, he was there. I had gotten myself a stalker. I thought that kinda thing only happened in the movies. Who would wanna waist their time stalking someone? Especially me. My name is Soleli Brune, I was born and raised in France but moved to America when i was 16. I worked a part time job at a coffee shop while i finished out high school so I could have enough money but I still ended up working a 9-5, picking up extra shifts, staying late, all just to get by while living in a fairly small apartment. But I mean hey, the American dream right?

"why are you jealous you're my best friend?"

When Maggie met Tess, her entire world changed. She had never met someone that made her feel so, well, read to find out. Storms are named after people after all. Maggie never understood why, until Tess sat infront of her on her first day at a new school. Suddenly there was a whirlwind, inside of Maggie, and in the air soon to follow.

this story is a lost journal that I discovered in the forest next to my neighbourhood park. It is all written past tense and I don't know what to do with it so go ahead and read it. tell me what you think. I'm doing my best to proof read it but some parts are almost gibberish. I'm just shock this kid lived to tell the tale.

He was being a regular old person laughing with his friends. He was just busy at his nightshift. He was not being so normal, as he was about to burn. Another was also not being as normal, though not in the same way as the latter. As was another, though very different from the other abnormal ones. And another. They all were just being themself. Until they crossed paths. - Trigger warning - brief mention of food, brief mention of eating, brief burning, brief fire, brief blood in a description, hypothetical yelling/screaming Disclaimer: this includes some strong language. Past Michael was with friends SL Michael during work FNaF 6 Michael during fire Michael Jackson, during concert pre-overdose Michael Jordan was in game

Lane and Joey had been best friends since they were five. They told each other everything -- from Joey's sex life to their darkest secrets. But sometimes a secret may feel too big to share, and for Lane, his biggest fear was the secret he hid from Joey ruining their friendship. When he finally told Joey his secret during a game of Two Truths and a Lie, he learned he was afraid over nothing. Joey didn't care that Lane was gay; he still felt that Lane was the same guy he had been friends with his whole life. However, curiosity grew in Joey, and as their friendship gradually crossed into uncharted territory, known as friends-with-benefits, the two pals must come to terms with their sexuality's and their relationship. How long can you call it experimenting before it becomes something more? ***An unfinished story created for the June 2016 JustWriteIt challenge. Will be gradually updated overtime. 10,000 words was the minimum requirement, which I wasn't able to meet in time by the end of the challenge. This story, however, will probably end up being much longer than that anyway.

Nations represented the people, at least partially. It was a complicated, ambiguous, varying amalgamation of representing the people, the government, and themself as a person - or "person". An ancient Nation once said, "Nations are like Jesus, in a way; we are wholly our people, wholly our government, and wholly ourselves." This quote, though attributed to the Nation of the Roman Empire, had a speaker lost to time. The likelihood of it being Rome was doubted, even. Not even the oldest of Nations remembered who said it. However, it was probably a Catholic nation, ostensibly (which narrowed it down so much, most Nations sarcastically thought whenever they debated their own existence, an occurrence common and unavoidable when one can live as long as they do). - Content warnings: use of religious ideas to compare things (perhaps a better way to phrase this is religious imagery for metaphors? Specifically, Catholicism, or Christianity to be broader). Food, existentialism for Nations, probably several that I've missed. Please tell me any I missed, and proceed with caution. This is written platonically, but could be read romantically. No, America is not hosting the next G7 Summit. My excuse is that I never specified the year. Unless I did, I'm not finished writing yet... If that does happen... you saw none of this Credits in second chapter due to exceeding character limit! Cover: Sorry if it's kind of shitty. It could have been a better drawing but also I kind of really like it. Originally, I was going to trace it, but I decided to try one more time. I hope it looks like the actual flower, lol. The reference imagine I used: https://www.classicroses.co.uk/roses/maiden-s-blush-great-shrub-rose.html The explanation behind it can be found here https://uelac.ca/monuments/loyalist-rose/ and here https://www.uelac.org/SirGuyCarleton/loyalist-icons.php

A dramatic yet wholesome story of friendship between personified music albums, Reputation and Evermore.

falling in love is tricky, especially when its with your best friend. loss and heartache is all you seem to get out of it, but you don't seem to be leaving for good. *based on my life* *names and descriptions of characters changed out of respect for others involved*

Join alongside the life of a teenage boy who has many things go against him such as family issues. He and his family tries his best to hang on for just another day whilst they go through psychological horrors that you will overthink about.

Laurel learns what Wes' life was like in the foster care system when she asks him how he got a scar.

The night of August 28th, 2014 was a horrible nightmare. Or so Ashlynn wished. If only she'd never had to wake her mother up mid rest to tell her the heart aching news. But she never regretted what came after.

I've lived a, let's just say, different life from everyone else on the entire planet. I've done anything that you could think of. Movie star, check. Song Writer, check. Student, check. Those just happen to be the tip of the iceberg, all I've ever done is go go go and never stopped to look back. I haven't had a moment to think until now that no one knows my story. All anybody cares about is true twisted truth version that's shoved into their heads, and I realized that I can actually change that with a story, the real one, this one. Hello, I'm Meadow Brooker and this is MY STORY.

Dustin's older sister - forced proximity - enemies to lovers - second chance - somewhat canon compliant - between S4 and S5 (I'll come up with a synopsis later)

I thought this name was quite clever, honestly. For you simpletons, the Tarot Devil is one of the 22 Major Arcana Tarot cards. It's meaning is circled around the pain and delight of giving in to temptation. How beautiful humans can be when they're in love. They could do anything for the ones they claim as "the one." All that lust and passion and boundless delight that's built up from this thing called love isn't always ignored, you know? The story of these two is one that represents this wonderful tarot card in all its glory. And by all, best believe that includes the good, bad, and the most ugly that glory can carry. *** -Disclaimer: stalking, gore, mature language, talks/acts of murder, manipulations, talks of sexual acts - This story is a work of fiction. -This story is told in 1st person. -This story is told in different views. -This story is sexually inclusive

Something i never imagined that will actually happen? We. The only thing is...we were something. we were.

Samuel knows he's different. He's always been bullied for it, but this time he defended himself. After a fight, Samuel is banished from is village. Will he survive?

Yeet- this was made aggggggggggeeeeeeessss ago we just uploaded it for the memories and memes

The story is about a girl and a boy who become friends, but are there just friends or more?