Unprofessional cerita

I was leaning on my desk with my hands crossed in front of me and my ankles crossed. Erica was standing with her head facing down a bit but at last she was looking at me "You know, i could file a report towards you for sexual harassment." Erica looked at me with confusion in those big brown eyes of her I heard her breath flinch as i leaned closer to her ear and lowered the tone of my voice to barely a whisper as i said to her "But then i would have to file one towards myself too. She gasped a small audible gasp "Because neither should a professor stare at his student like that, it's rude and unprofessional..." And that's where it all went down... _-_-_-_-_-_-_

These are some things that I written. I have been told to share them with you, so enjoy.

seok hoon liked how min hyeok's eyes sparkled when he talked about how he wanted to go to SNU , while seok hoon did't really have intrest about going to SNU he liked min hyeok talkin about , he liked when he sang and seok hoon played the piano , he liked min hyeok's soft voice when talkin to him ....... he liked min hyeok.... ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ i was really sad that Min Hyeok original storyline was not added so here it is...... original from ao3

the titles serious theres nothing else you need to know

By someone who isn't perfect at writing but is decent at reading, and has lots of opinions that you can either heed or ignore, whatever your heart tells you.

do not dare clicking 'read' if your heart is weak. date started: 24th january, 2019 status: temporarily closed

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts, and the thought has found its words" ~ Robert Frost Until my mouth does not speak, my mind will do the work, with its own scribbling pen, drawing the words I long to leak. Here I am, painting murals from the heart, colors upon colors, amalgamating into a melody of one. *feel free to express whatever you think* *give me your own interpretations of these poems, that'd be interesting*

if you found this on random I am in no way a professional so yeah.

The world is not a fair place, everyone knows that. But the divide between rich and poor on Dunegale isle, a small island next to Ireland, is at an all-time extreme. It is a very beautiful country, which is why a lot of celebrities live their luxurious lives there, but the true civilians are struggling. Serafina, a young girl living in one of the poorest neighborhoods of Dunegale, runs into a group of homeless children one day. Despite her own difficulties, she tries to help, hiding it from her parents. What will she do when her mom finds out, and misunderstands the situation?

James is a thirty-year-old man with a PhD in philosophy and a college professor. He was raised by his single mother, Maya Brovis, who personally killed her husband and served much less time in prison due to extenuating circumstances. James is someone everyone knows as a sympathetic and sunny person, ready to help. He is smiling, everything is going well in his life. Career, money, fiancee-Alana. But he only manages to hear a ringing crunch before opening his eyes and seeing Alana's corpse next to him and the screams of the police trying to break into the house. It was the crash of how his whole life was shattered...

Begin a journey of questionable and wonder of things of fovous's and read the stories from the unknown, untold the story of fovous and his vision of life. His weird and questionable life.

Nobody remembered how they got there, but they were there, and that was the hard truth. It started with them waking up on a deserted island. Nobody knew where they were, all they knew was that they needed to survive. It didnt seem too bad at first, until the island began to reveal its darker side. Now they are fighting to survive and maintain their sanity. All they have to do is escape. But the odds of that... ...are not very high. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ -Blood/Gore -Mental Illness -Cannibalism -Violence -Suicide I will rate this story mature once the things above happen

[Picture Day Book 2 is up! Book 2: Lockdown] Moving schools can be hard, Fan would know. He recently moved schools mid-year and found it a little hard to fit in a first, but he made some good friends along the way. But when picture day arrives suddenly, Fan starts to realize this school may not be what it seems, something is being planned and Fan has yet to find out what it is. Unexpected things are in store for Fan and his newly-found friends, they will all just have to wait and see. . . . (WARNING: Some Gore and blood.) (Characters by AnimationEpic on youtube) (This is my first story ive ever written in Wattpad so please dont judge, im not very experienced. The story may be a little uneventful at the beginning but im trying to make it more interesting as I go along!) [COMPLETE STORY]

Burying the Ouroboros, may thy will come full-circle and consume itself into infinity

a waste keeping it just to rot lol

Mckenzie Dennis used to be a normal girl, until something unusual happens. When she wishes her best friend back, she ment as a person, not a ghost. Her friend haunts her everyday until the full moon. That's the only time Mckenzie can find a way to get rid of her torturous "friend". Will Mckenzie find a way or will she forever be haunted by the presences of this ghoul?

~Spoken and Unspoken Poetry/s ~Tula/Poem ~Short Story/s Starting date: November 22, 2021 Awards: #11~unspokenpoetry (Nov. 24, 2021)

This book consists mostly of poems I found in my diary from about 2 to 3 years ago. Please refrain from reading this book if you are light-hearted or get triggered by topics that discuss suicide, death, self harm, violence, abuse and anything along those lines. I will add more emphasis on the fact that I wrote most of these 2 to 3 years ago. Please do not take the topics discussed in this book too seriously and enjoy the poetry. Everything written in this book belongs to me. If I post something that isn't mine, I will indicate so. I do not appreciate plagiarism. I wrote this poetry at 15 years old therefore this is ironic but those under the age of 16, I recommend you refrain from reading the poetry. I will assume my audience is mature enough to know the right path to take.

I'm not the best at writing. Nobody else should read this. I truly am an amateur.