Surrounded Stories

Okay so I don't see a lot of these and I thought, 'why make my own?' So here it is. So just ask Jeff and Slender absolutely anything and we'll see ya. Jeff: ask us!! Slenderman: and we shall answer.

The obscure and evident events in this befuddling place.

365 Days a person spend time appreciate their life by learning a lessons and try to take all problems in one year.

Emily is surrounded by a squad of Boyz.... Jack Kevin Ben and Ace are all popular in college and every where but they still have an eye on one girl.. Emily...

Quotes

'Better one good friend then a hand full of fake ones.' --------------------------------------------------------------- A book with 9 poems to enjoy. These poems are about all about the people that are next to you and around you such as friends, family but also enemies. --------------------------------------------------------------- !All poems are written by myself!

The other poem

It was a foggy night at the glade. The sound of the box arriving echoed through the whole glade. Everyone rushed to The box and to their shock, it was their first ever girl. A few hours later, another girl , named Bethany, arrives, and she finds a connection with Newt. Bethany has a paper in her jeans pocket. It's not an ordinary paper though. It has a riddle on it. Riddles start being found everywhere since that day. Bethany and Newt struggle to find a bond with each other, but a new bond is created along the way, a much stronger bond. Could it be love? Will their love be impossible in the glade? Will they be able to be a normal couple whilst they are surrounded by an insolvable maze? Will they ever find a way out together? Or will their love crash and break into a million pieces? A riddle-filled, Romantic, cliff-hanger book that puts you on the edge of your chair <3

Dealing with panic attacks and anxiety in an abstract way.

In the end, it's the small ones that suffer. Only their bodies are scattered across the battlefields, full of wounds, arrows, and hate in their hearts, which, like poison, runs through their veins, contaminating both the body and soul. They are subject to the sharp words of those great beings that constantly play around with the lives of strangers, hidden from the eyes of those who die for them, hidden in their castles that the little souls can't reach. And while the vultures slowly cut up the bodies of the fallen warriors, their spirits walk across the battlefield trying to figure out why they were killing and why they ended up dead. Why the empty eyes of their bodies stare into the dull sky, looking up at the castles of those who are greater than them and who are still alive and healthy, only now, with a smaller number of beings who will leave their lives on the meadows for them, hoping that the greater ones will honor the sacrifice that they have made at the altar of the homeland. After all, there is nothing more sacred than an artificial creation, such as the homeland, for which one gives his or her life, the one thing that someone lives for, the one thing that is worth dying for. Life is transient, consumable. Death is the one thing that cannot be avoided. Whether it comes in the form of a sword, poison or age, it is always present. The spirits of the dead are constantly awake, forever with open arms, welcoming those who are about to arrive. Death is a part of life and life is transient. Death does not choose, and life doesn't forgive. In the end, we will all become dust and ashes.