Historias de Thinks

When Annabelle wakes up on a cool Saturday morning, she plans on having the time of her life. She goes to her first ever concert, One Direction, mind you. She has backstage passes, and meet and greet passes (the perks of being an only child). Niall Horan instantly feels a pull towards her, but will she feel the same way? And, with everything they go through, will they last? Or will their relationship fall apart before summer's end?

Have you ever thought until you wished to think to more? Has the thought of your future ever scared you?

A Thinknoodles fanfic

-This book is about a 16 year old is pregnant and then her family dies only he mom and dad

A small book that includes a cute story and shows that what we think will never succeed, sooner or later it will because nothing is impossible.

"Haha, I gotta laugh. This bitch actually thinks I'm one of the good guys." Kay, rebellious as she is hot starts at a new school. Can the others handle her language and personality?

Example of the most pointless, useless, and worthless stories of your life: Like eating pie for breakfast Or liking trains And more...

"I want to be a ..." I began, closing my eyes and letting my answer out. I was ready to hear their gasps and hushed whispers. "a rapper." it was my life. I wanted to be whatever I wanted to be. I didn't want to care what the society had to say. It wasn't them, whose future depended on them.

Just late night or early morning thoughts that I have

For anyone...who is willing to read...

Hi my name is Kirsten, and I am here to tell you about my life. First of all I was born on September 1, 2004. That may sound ridiculous but it is true. My life as a little girl was pretty rough, but I am not going into detail. Then I got into foster care by my grandma and then after that I moved into a family of five that is now six people. I live with my mom, dad, and three brothers ( which are a pain in the butt). now I am in love with writing stories, Aphmau, Pentatonix, Michael Jackson, and so much more.

When Lila think she will never find her mate, James comes around.

Yo había puesto un pequeño cartel en mi pecho que decía: "Cerrado por demolición", pero aquí me tienes, pintando partes y abriendo ventanas...

It doesn't make a difference. Everything is already set in stone. He is mine. Only mine.

Just a collection of short poems that I wrote.

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