Post-its قصص

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.

Lizzie just returned to school after taking an extended leave of absence. She's hoping that she can ride out the rest of her junior year under the radar, but it seems like someone else has other plans. One of her classmates is determined to befriend Lizzie and prove to her that she's not alone. The catch? She doesn't know who they are. They're determined to remain anonymous, and only communicate through neon green post-it notes left on Lizzie's locker. As Lizzie sets off to discover who her mystery friend is, she just might start healing from her trauma in the process--that is, until she finds herself falling into her old habits again. CW: Disordered eating, depression, anxiety

Le vilain Justin, dans les rues sombre est surnommé "La côte de boeuf endormie" car même tapis dans l'ombre... on ne le distingue pas... La douce Justine qui elle est très solide untouchable untouchable... va petit paf par petit pet se faire aprivoiser par le dur Justin.... ce bel homme plein de jugeote.... découvrez cette histoire sombre mais pourtant... si captivante...

(A short story) Iris' interest was caught by Bryce, the boy she met in the bookstore. Will their little crush for each other flourish into something more?

little bits of my life rolled into one.

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]

All it took was a ballpen, a post it note and a tiny bit of courage for a new relationship to start. Elijah, the guy who left his table to order coffee only to come back to see a post it note in the cover of his history book left by a mystery girl.

64 characters battling for A BFDI!! you can't vote on this... so head's up. Also Cheeto is the host so...

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

Random thoughts no one asked for

Everyone has secrets. We treasure them, we keep them, we treat them like our nearest and dearest - our prize possesions. It's what you do when they come out that counts. And it's how you try to stop that from EVER happening. Especially when they're life-changing.

She was a loner. She didn't have any problems, she just didn't see the point in making fake friends. She didn't talk to anyone, not that she had anxiety she just didn't like looking at plastic faces. Maybe there were one or two people who didn't decorate their faces, but they already thought she was too weird. So why bother making friends that might stab you in the back? Why not just save yourself the pain? So she had concealed herself from them, but they thought it was arrogance, depression, or that she had traveled to oblivion and never looked back. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Meet him. He was your typical guy next door type, but he managed to hold the title of the biggest player at Melancholia High. He didn't have some dark past, a broken heart, or an attention problem. He wasn't a "Bad Boy". He wasn't that rich either. He is a mystery. That thing that makes you curious, skeptical or suspicious. That's what draws the plastic in, and sometimes us higher intellectuals too. But these two comfort together in the most simplest thing there is, music. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I know what you're wondering, this is another cliche. But aren't the best ones exactly that? At last, I present to you awesome wattpad-ers Post-Its To My Unknown Lover!

What happens when in the online world, you fall in love using post-its?

You let a blue Post-It note on my laptop claiming grand gestures but all I ever got was lies and heartbreak.

A relationship rooted in post-its begins to dissolve.

im so horny on main for my post it notes

(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.