Stares Stories

Two people. One gym. Countless stolen glances. Jimin works at the front desk, used to seeing new faces every day-until Jungkook walks in and starts to stand out in ways he didn't expect. What begins as small conversations and quiet tension slowly turns into something neither of them can ignore. As their interactions grow, so do the feelings they try to hide-jealousy, hesitation, and moments that linger a little too long. But in a place where everything is supposed to stay professional, crossing that line changes everything. A slow-burn story about attraction, timing, and what happens when two people can't stop noticing each other.

Random poetry, haikus and such

Desiré High is one of the most prestigious schools in the entire state of America in which students from all over the world comes and goes. It is all about having the ability and talent in which mind and body is one. Desiré High travels all over the world for the Annual International Search for Young Art Scholars. Desiré High has 5 art fields which consists of dance (ballet), music, creative writing, visual arts and theater arts. If you are in sixth grade and think you have the ability, talent and passionate in your art so come on and audition you might be one of the lucky ones and as for the seventh graders and above, if you really want to be a part of this and you passed you'll be returning back to seventh grade again in the next school year. As for Maddie Collins she was one of the lucky ones and if you want to try and experience how things work in this school might as well read because you're about to find out how Maddie Collins a fashion virgin, a bookworm, experience her first day in this school and as she meets a handsome city boy Thomas Anderson whose 4 years older than her and is a tenth grader. And one thing this very school is located on the mountain and IT is a boarding school and a monthly allowance.

It started out with stares. Then with small conversations, rides to school, small lingering touches, kisses in the night, talking till midnight about our futures, me in his bed with his hands caressing every part of my body. At least that's how I think is how it started and somewhere along I fell in love with the stare next door.

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He doesn't know how he got there but he just wants to leave.

This is a book about crushes and how it feels to have one...

I have a nasty habit of suddenly getting ideas when I'm trying to sleep. Hence, my iPhone has become my best friend. Currently, I have so many bits and pieces of ideas that aren't good enough to be stories chapters long. I've decided to turn some of them into short stories and post them here (: The pieces of thoughts that pass through my head may not fit together as one, but, if they stand alone, they have the potential of being more than ramblings in my mind.

She was incongruous.

Roya just got out of Rehab after fighting addiction since her boyfriend died. On her path to help other people who think drugs are the answer, she'll meet the guy who believes in all the things she doesn't believe in -including drugs- but somehow they click. somehow, he ignores her scars and calls her beautiful. somehow he won her heart and gave her his too. however with both trusting each other in a world that has doubt living and pulsing through us, They'll face the ultimate challenge when each has to stick to what he doesn't believe in for the sake of his other half's survival.

"To be honest, none of us really belong anywhere, but we're all outsiders and outsiders tend to band together like their own island of misfit toys." -Violet Zykin, Flowers. Marie thought her heart was okay. Derek thought that he was alone. Violet thought that being subordinate to her sister didn't bother her. Shamshad thought that he could survive his parents expectations. Rose was sick of being 'perfect'. What happens when all their lives are changed? ||RATED PG13 FOR STRONG LANGUAGE, TOUGH TOPICS||

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"Falling is a choice." ~ Non-fiction. Revolves around my life. Not meant to entertain any opinions. ~ "You're warmth... cold... like ice."