Trippings Stories

Save your friends or let them die? A simple statement. A seemingly simple choice. But sometimes things aren't always what they seem. Can Jimmy ride through the fog of perception to make the right decision? This is a short story (2,000 words) for the #NAcontest Red Door prompt. All rights reserved

TW: derealization, disassociation. Just started writing again after years and need some constructive criticism. this is the first chapter of something im writing. I would love some feedback!! 🥺

Life has been giving me lemons & ya girl doesn't even like lemonade.

The mind can be many things. Curious to see where it leads, having more questions than answers. As a worker in mind, everyone has a job here. The question is how long would it take to either lose your mind or get permanently fired from the one thing you're good at? Find out by reading, "Working in the Mind". And be careful not to trip over any loose wires :)

Joxx

~update: 7-15-21~ idk what to do or where this story is supposed to go so, please, comment on where and how you want the story to go~ Conny and Ryan are friends, not best friends, and they fall into a place where it's all illusions..

John, desperate to cure his insomnia, was visited by an angel who manages to place him into a deep sleep. But for him to wake up again, he must confront his past and dwell in the inner recesses of his mind. In his dream, he is transferred to his apartment extending infinitely up and down. Each room is filled with horror and deceit. To make matters worse, John is not alone in this hellscape of an apartment.

Imagine for a second a world revolved around the constant disparity of not knowing what or who you are. I'm pretty it didn't take too long to imagine, since maybe you're like us - The lost ones. The ones lost to the sunset, the ones running to the edge of forever, never to be seen again. This is our story. The story of drugs, high living off of nothing, love, death and the new wave of euphoria we all call home. Join us. Become a sunset lemming too.

Dosing off.. soon waking up into a sick twisted world that makes no sense. The town that is called home is different but at the sometime... the same. There is people everywhere that are familiar but not sure from where. The world becomes even more familiar as the journey goes but ends..

When Lucy finally realizes she likes Natsu after a certain White-haired mage, "accedently" pushes Lucy which caused her to trip and fall on Natsu and kiss him, she becomes strangely awkward around him. Natsu wonders What's wrong with her but he's too much of an airhead to know. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL OR THE CHARACTERS!!! THEY BELONG TO THE ONE AND ONLY, HIRO MASHIMA!!! I ONLY OWN THIS STORY!!

u shouldn't say yes to everything ...

Opposites attract, but similiars have to take care of  each other. Erin Reid was careful. Why? Because she was really clumsy. Thats why she avoided any chance that she could trip... But she might as well have thrown caution to the wind when Asher Smith Rolls into school on a stolen bike( even though he swears its not stolen). Poor Ash. Erin always liked pretty things So following her mothers parting advice, she seeks out her polar opposite in a boy who has so much in common with her. She sets herself a goal. She, the girl who sticks to the side lines, the girl who lives in a world of books and the girl who hides in her sisters shadow must befriend him, the boy with raging grey eyes, the boy who wears leather and the boy who is so unwillingly bad he has dug himself a grave that doesnt fit. For under that mask is a vacant heart and maybe destiny had named Erin a place inside the heart so twisted and crushed by his peers, she fears there may be nothing left to love with... When the past catches up with two identical opposites, Ash Smith must decide whether or not Erin is really worth the trouble. He has enough problems without having to babysit a tiny white haired Angel. ******** "Angel" he whispered, his fingers treading through my hair with the touch of a whisper. My eyes trailed over his face,  quietly taking in the way his eyes softened and turned the colour of dusk, a shade off from the usual deep raging black. Unable to take it anymore, I lifted my hand and cupped his cheek, relishing in the warmth. For such a cold face, a face that always held a hardness to it, his skin was soft and smooth.  " why do you call me that"  I whispered. And just like that,  he closed off and the black in his eyes solidified. Guarded Ash was Back ******** She trips, she falls, she lands....or maybe some ones just waiting to catch her.

Samantha's taken voice lessons for years. When the golden opportunity comes along for her to join a band comes along, she accepts. The rule is simple: Don't date anyone from the band. But what if she's a rule breaker?

Some people believe when you find the person that you love you have some sort of connection with them. Abigail Jones someone who lost her parents at a young age. Now she is all alone and having to take of her younger sister by herself. But her world change when a strange guy walks in, he will change her life forever. They soon find out that they have a little connection that will be the key to fix the hurt in both of them.

It's just not prose. Poetry daily, I suppose.