Post-it Stories

SMS ou lettres? Appel ou Face à face? Tous le monde sais que les jeunes sont accro à la technologie. En même temps, n'est-il pas bien plus pratique d'envoyer un sms plutôt que d'aller chez un ami à 23h parce qu'on à un truc important à lui dire? Surtout quand cet ami habite loin? Ohayo ! Dans cette fiction, vous allez voir les discutions de personnages totalement stupides ! Non c'est faux... en partie. Sms, Skype, lettres et même Post-it, ils ne reculent devant rien pour parler tout en se voyant le moins possible en face à face ! Attention, possible trace de substances hallucinogènes, de vulgarité et de mauvais goût. Aucun remboursement ni échange, pour toutes réclamations veuillez consulter le magasine des brosses à dents, disponible dans les magasins participants. VOUS. ÊTES. PRÉVENUS. Une dernière chose: Dans cette fiction, tous seront des ados, entre 15 et 20 ans, ils vont encore au lycée pour la plupart. Les enfants comme Goth et Palette existent, parce que MAGIE DE DISNEY ! Mais ils ne sont pas les enfants de Geno/Reaper et Ink/Dream (parce que ce serai bizarre). Les seuls adultes (sur pour le moment) sont Ink et Error. (Et non, ils ne sont pas profs) Il peux y avoir d'autres adultes, à ce moment un "Machin est un Adulte" sera surement mis en début de chapitre.

Post-it notes aren't uncommon in Highschool. The first time Hannah Brunner comes across one stuck to her locker with a cheesy pickup line scrawled across the paper, she marks it off as some troublemaker. The second time, it's purely coincidence. But the third time? Something is definitely up. By post-it note number sixteen, Hannah and her friend are close to giving up their attempts at figuring out who it is behind them. Until the culprit finally leaves evidence. Hannah just hopes she can follow the trail before it goes cold.

"Sara liked schedules." For some people, they are obsessed with time. And Sara is no different. The problem is, her time might be running out. But maybe, just maybe, she could be saved. Perhaps by a single, blank, blue post-it. Major Trigger Warning: suicidal scenarios, and possible self-harm circumstances are talked about and mentioned frequently in later chapters. They are not glorified, only expanded on. If you are need of help because of similar issues, please contact a prevention hotline, or reach out for further details.

Kimberley Hadlock’s got a problem. Or rather a billion of them. And they’re all fluttering around, stuck to the walls of her cubicle and chair and monitor. A good fifty are crammed into her bag. She doesn’t even want to know how many are in her filing cabinet, and don’t even get her started on how many are probably in her car. But how exactly did one little Post-It note that she stuck to the coffee machine in the staff room turn into this?

im so horny on main for my post it notes

After a horrible break-up, Ellie decides to find a new love. But how is that possible when her ex-boyfriend is constantly sending her letters? [cover by @bluerrthanbluee]

Would YOU trust someone who bought you off Ebay? Grace is sick of being labelled a snob because of her money. She's sick of her backstabbing friends and her mansion of a house. She doesn't know how to tell if people are friends with Grace, or Grace's money, and all she really wants is a fresh start. So she decides to sell herself on Ebay. Setting up a fake account, she sells herself as a teenage dropout who 'will work for money'. When 'Jas737' wins the auction, everything seems innocent. She gets to work cleaning his apartment, and for once in her life realizes how it feels to have responsibility, and a friend who doesn't judge her for her wealth. But unfortunately for Grace, she learns that you can't trust everyone the hard way. Who's not to say there's other people tracking her down with different meanings for "work"? after all, how's a 'helpless teenage drop out with no money supposed to save herself? Will she be able to keep up her disguise? Is Jas737 even as trustworthy as he says he is? Maybe Grace should have thought twice about selling herself over the internet.

This is a one shot of how I would like Meredith and Derek conversations to be like at the beach, and how it transforms to their version of forever. Its short, but simple and hopefully healing.

If Julia Hart was fall, Lance Taylors was winter. And when winter falls, so do they - for each other. Or so he hoped. ©thebrumous, only available on Wattpad. All Rights Reserved. [Credit to @thelimpid for inspiring and helping with this very story.] HIGHEST RANKS: #22 IN POETRY | #10 IN FALL | #56 IN WINTER

Payton has the life. The life everyone wishes for. She ruins those wishes. Making everybody who isn't like her life's miserable. On her 17th birthday she finds a purple note in her locker. More and more purple notes come to her. Threatening her. She becomes confused. Who would want to do this to her. The purple notes make drastic changes in her life. She becomes forced to learn her lessons. These purple notes give her revenge. Throughout all of it, things become more and more clear.

Honestly, she had no clue why she was doing this. Most probably, it was to make someone learn from her mistakes or simply laugh at her life. Or she was just crazy. When she started, it was purely because maintaining a diary was boring and there was a chance that the people around her would know what she thought about them. This was the simplest way to maintain a diary without maintaining it. Basically, it was no strings attached. One day, he does something crazier and replies to this weird person who liked leaving her life stories around in an open book. Soon, this acquaintanceship (if you can call it that) blossoms and strings attach themselves quicker than you can say 'her'.

A relationship rooted in post-its begins to dissolve.

My views on life Random

If you have a friend who sees creatures that we cannot see. Do you believe them?

A lot of minecraft mobs battle to see who is the best and gets a whole humongous mansion that will live them a helthy (and rich) 100 years, who will be sent to the end to be trapped there until the season ends, find out!

(BY SAB) it's amazing how so much can happen just from a conversation on post-its.......

In the confines of my room it's calm, the sound of static and dimmed light filling the four walls around me. That is the way I prefer it. That is the way the town looks at night. When the sun rises and the town wakes up it is the complete opposite. Noisy, bright, disturbing. But it's a beautiful sight to see. A sight I like to see. A short story about meeting that one person during the, maybe most interesting summer of your life.

"How can you help me with a post-it note?" She rubbed her red, irritated eyes. "I've got nothing, so how can one tiny piece of paper change that?" She most probably cried recently. Her face covered in dirt and muck. I wanted to make sure she never let down any tears again. I grabbed her little hand, reached down into my purse, and grabbed a thin, sticky piece of paper. I smiled, and gave it to her. "Because if a post-it saved my life, it can save yours too." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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