Tagyoureit Stories

Every year, 100 people are taken. Ages 5 to 80. Thrown into a government-made playground. One playground. One game. They call it Tag. They broadcast it live. To my friends, I'm Lia. To everyone else, I'm just another player. I thought survival meant staying alive. I was wrong. Tag doesn't reward life. It rewards obedience. Millions are watching. And in this game, survival always costs something. Tag, You're It.

Tag the person... (#11 in #idkwhatimdoing, #6 in #tags, #13 in #vscogirls #16 in airpods)

Melanie martinez tag you're it mv idk also the song is gonna be here hahah idk uh ya BAII

Just some poems that I wrote for the Cry Baby album

Yep, tagging certainly has a tugging feeling on you. Like you were supposed to do something but still didn't do it. Yet. As if tug of war wasn't such an interesting sport! (What, did you start hearing Love the way you lie in your ears? That's completely okay, me too, as a matter of fact *cough* that was so random) So this book is to get rid of that feeling. And not to disappoint those people who kindly remembered to tag me. Feel free to read it to learn about me a bit ≧ω≦ This is basically 2018 to 2020 me so I might not have the same opinions now. Sorry, I must've said something offensive in the earlier chaps but I don't wanna pop up in the notifs of whoever has it in their library by correcting it.

100 years ago, due to overpopulation, the world's governments, leaders, and dictators joined together to enforce a world-wide game to help the population to stop growing. Tag. There was a twist. At the end of every day, whoever was still 'it' would be put to death, and the 'it' would transfer to a random person in that area. Why didn't they just 'run away'? Every human, excluding government officials and their children, had a chip in their neck. The chip connected to a major artery, and when 'tagged', the chip lit up blue. No one could see this 'blue' except for the police, who had special goggles to see the chips. Red meant you were safe. Blue? You're it. And if you were still it by midnight, boom. You're chip would shut off the artery, causing you to die in excruciating pain. - - - - - - - - - - - For Alexander, life was simple. He never worried about getting tagged, because for the past ten years, the taggers had always been in the poorest parts of China, India, and other parts of the world, far away from the USA. Until it started to go downhill. The tagger had been from southern China and hated the american people. He was willingly tagged and flew to the USA, where he tagged someone, then died from suicide. All of the sudden, Alex was in fear of his life. The tagger slowly got closer and closer to his state of North Carolina, and the USA was going into chaos. Mass suicides from fear of being tagged became a regular thing. People from his school started disappearing, and his own parents stopped going to work. - - - - - - - - - - - I ran as fast as I could, breathing heavily. They were behind me. I rushed down the stairs, my hair sticking to my face from the sweat pouring down my body. I had been running for hours, and they never seemed to stop chasing me. They were right behind me, I could tell. Then I heard the words. Those God-awful words. "Tag. You're it."

Tag Book of my OCs

After the sentencing, Chloe feels safe. Until Finn reappears in her life.

"SHE'S TOUCHING ME!" I guess I should finally make a place to put all of these tags . . .

the last thing I hear is "Tag you're it" then everything goes black ♥

taggies!

"My smile is long gone... these tears of mine have fallen but don't stop. I just want to be someone that people love. But I don't know how to."

I got tagged...yaaaay

A Melanie Martinez inspired horror story. Melanie is a lonely girl, who's life is crushed with problems. But when sketchy Mr Wolf kidnaps her, she finds out this is her once in a lifetime chance to fix everything. But how will she escape in the end?

This is just random my friend tagged me. Sooo... yeh.

its all in the title