histórias de Recount

A short story recounting an event that happened in my life. Red light, red light, red light, pineapple heist. A funny tale of teenaged idiots, dangerous driving and an awful lot of pineapples.

Collection of poems, stories, and other kinds of literary prose, personally written back in pen from 2016 up until the present. Usually consist poems revised in 2018.

Dear Diary. While I worked today, this stupid couple came up to the counter and started talking at me what they wanted, not looking at me, not caring. My hearing was off when they walked up, and they got mad when I asked them to repeat what they'd said and look at me while they did. They called me retarded. I hate when people call me that, they asked why I even had the job in customer service if I couldn't even hear the customers. Charlie had to take me out back to cool down while Frank turned the couple away and made them leave. It's not my fault I can't hear all the time, and it's their problem, and just plain rude if they aren't going to look at me when they speak. I've gotten heaps better at lip reading, so much so, that it's like I'm not deaf at all. But when people are rude like that, I just want to strangle them! ================= Tonya is a girl with hearing difficulties and a Mother who cannot talk. This is her diary in her own words, how she went through life, dealing with bullies, dealing with her impairment and figuring out how to get around judgmental people who only make her life more difficult. Follow her from the age of ten onwards through the ups and downs in her life, as she confides in the words she writes into her diary. (Diary story, not based on real events)

Name: Dian Purnama NIM: 20200213008 Subject: Interpersonal Writing

Throughout his average life, Joshua had heard the noice. A low tone that only reached his ears alone. He had questioned it, disregarded it and questioned it once more. It captured his mind. Within another night it came again. But this time, it had not come alone.

Our story , our past , my sufferings . Even after all of it am I still angry at u ? My answer is no , from the moment I saw u I knew it was a gamble , one I was unlikely to win . But I still willingly fell in the trap called u . My first love and heartbreak was for u , my love .

4 young girls have powers and defeat villains, in this book they save Santa and save Christmas.

when i realised that using notes app doesnt automatically save it to your phone, i decided to write them here. i still lost alot of good plots, characters and stories. RIP.

This is my first story. It's about a girl telling her point of view over her friends life and death. Her friend had a difficult life, and this tells of her ways of coping, her ups and downs. Her family issues and her social problems. If you want to know more read it :~) Vote me, follow me, just do something to show me you're interested. Thanks xo

My story

Fictional recount of the travesty of Pompeii. (Short Story)

Just a small thing I wrote up for a competition about a monster.

What if one day you woke up and realised that dreams are in fact a bridge to your reality? An angel has a perfect life, or so we think. They can only advice us but not intercept in our lives, or so we think. Hello I'm a strange guy with a weird brain and have a lot of ideas so i put them here.

[True story] I guess it's times like this when I have noone to talk to where I want to interact with the internet. Well this is my story... the life of an academic student that has more to life than just... grades.

The thing about silence you see, it's predictable. Harmless. Words can't hurt you if they were never said in the first place.