Shreds Stories

putting my love for shrek into words

Dirty blonde hair. dull green eyes. straight but yellow teeth. big nose, small mouth. big boobs, big stomach. wide hips. thunder thighs. that's how I saw myself. Well, at least until he came along. he changed everything. he understood me. he loved me. he loved my family. he made me feel wanted. i loved him. but there's one problem. he's my best friend. and you everyone knows you can't love your best friend. even if they're your mirror.

It was like a normal day for Cory crater. He made videos,is editors edited them, he uploaded them but one day Cory have the idea to invite his friends over again to have a tour of the new office because dawn,uni,Adam and Jon Jon haven't seen it in person yet but All goes terrible when someone goes missing.........

This is a collection of short stories. Other words for what may be contained in this collection: fragments, segments, excerpts, bits, pieces, shorts, extracts, and shreds. (Redundancy is fun.) This is the place where puzzles and snippets are kept and shared, where they reside without need of worry or care. Poetry and ramblings may also be included. Here I write the smallest of anything. I would love comments, votes and feedback! Not all of these will be perfect, obviously, but I'll do the best I can to present them in a good state. Another thing, I might take a while to add another "part"... although this doesn't really have a story line, so suspense is inhibited a bit. Enjoy!

This is a grave for all the poems, letters, ramblings and unfinished thoughts, that didn't find another place to belong.

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This is a poem about war and it's purposes Please comment and tell me what you think and please vote too! Just starting out and it be nice to see what others think of my works.

Selena is not your normal, everyday average teenagers. She's fae. She cannot control the strong feelings of murder she gets when the moon is at its half. And now she's having memory lapses. Where was she Friday night? How come she cannot remember the conversation her friend swears they had yesterday? Something is wrong, and Selena needs to find out; fast. But now Selena has guys from her school telling her she can't do anything. Now, it's Selena's turn to show them they're wrong, and fix the problems in her life. Can she do it?

A girl in her early twenties believes In the sort of fairy tale love endings but all the loves she has been through come trembling down but there is this specific one that haunts her every single day.

Fragments. Portions. Remnants. Shreds. Shards. Pieces. Sliver. Parts. Bits. A little bit of everything.

Abby's P.O.V : I was, without a doubt, the weaker of us two. We had joked around about things like this on end, but only because we never expected it to become a reality. We thought zombies were silly things created to feed creative imaginations. How could zombies even exist? How would one generate a human, yet not human, with a few less ordinary human traits and with a longing for actual humans’ flesh? Who said zombies wanted flesh, or even brains? We weren’t sure what they were after, but we didn’t want to find out, either. So when the undead, flesh-craving, humanity-ridden monster began striding toward us, I looked to my best friend in a panic, and watched her decapitate the monstrosity with a weed whacker. Life just got more interesting. Alicia's P.O.V : Somehow we only managed to live a normal life till we were fifteen. But during that fifteenth year, everything turned to chaos. The dead, they were everything but human anymore. But they walk. They bite. They kill and spread their disease to the unfortunate and the ones that aren't smart enough to survive. You know what they say, survival of the fittest. It isn't a joke anymore. This is a war between them and us.

He blamed himself for not being able to persuade her. He blamed himself for not being there for her. He blamed himself for not being able to save her. He blamed himself for letting her go. But most of all, he blamed himself for falling in love with her.

❝every passing moment is another chance to make a memory.❞ [ a collection of short stories ] NOTE: these stories are fiction, and not connected in any way. each is separate from the others, involving different people each time.