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Where we pool all our favorite childhood memories together! Written by both Sophie and Blazz. Also were we help our readers with any tips, or situation! If you are in any situation, good, bad, sad, mad send them our way and we will anonymously post them with NO NAME and give you our opinion and help if you want!! SAFE ZONE NO JUDGE AND IF YOU ARE HERE TO SAY SOMETHING RUDE OR DON"T ENJOY US YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO LEAVE :)!!
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The leaving. It was hard, tragic , painful, yet it had to be done, I needed to save my life. I didn't want to start again, this would be the story of finding myself, pulling myself back together, reuniting the happy go lucky youngster I had once been. The shock of leaving took more of a toll on me than I thought it would. I had asked two people to help me move out of the house I had shared with my partner for 8 years, we had been together 23 years in total. The move was done in total secrecy, my partner could never know in advance, it was a very scary time. I had moved various things out of the house and secured a rent on a property nearby. The house I picked was near the School the children went to, and my oldest lad was going to be near his best friend. My Mother told me of the property it was advertised on the web, we both went and had a look, even that was scary, I didn't want to be seen by anyone and became paranoid that I would be caught out. For many months I lived on a new kind of fear, the fear of someone finding out that I planned to leave my abusive partner, though of course no one knew my seemingly happy, funny, generous partner was abusive. Finding the house was one thing, getting the various companies to connect the house and exchanging the information of my current address so they could varify that I was, who I said I was almost drove me mad. The day came to leave, My Mother and a very dear Friend came round as early as possible, we packed as much as we could. This included taking the boys clothes, bedding, toys, stuff from the garden, my stuff. We had 3 cars the packing seem to take all day. By the end we had to get going to be able to unpack, leaving me time to pick up the boys from School and settle them in their new home. I couldn't do it at first,I started to cry then scream, to leave the world I had put so much of my life into, and now in a split second would be leaving was breaking my heart.Concluída
Screw Me Over ✔️
(Book one of the Screwed Series) MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY and please expect misspellings and plotholes. You have been warned! Only available on Watt pad! (We 'bout to be editing in this mug!) *** "I thought that having all of my best friends, including my sister, would be a great way of all of us to stay connected. I figured that we all still need each other after we all became legal adults. What closeness we had as teens was the same closeness we'd have as adults....or so I thought. Boy, was I wrong. " **** Living with roommates isn't easy in itself. Living with your best friends could be worse... Especially if you're living with 4 of them and their child. When you have that one mom roommate with lustful tendencies, another can't seem to get out of bed unless it's midnight, one that can't stop eating all the food in the house while another will rip the entire house to shreds if you get on her bad side, and that one roommate that acts like a prima-donna.... There's bound to be an earthquake in the tiny apartment. Game on. In order to maintain a stable household and environment, these five ladies have to come together and learn how to set boundaries for the household, their friendships, and their own lives. ⚠️Trigger Warnings: This book may contain some sensual scenes! Girl-on-girl play and such! There may also be signs of abuse, mentions of negative body image, racial situations, and mental illness in this story! Do not try any of these things at home! Remember that you are loved and valued! THIS IS AN 18+ STORY SO PROCEED WITH CAUTION!⚠️ ✨Accomplishments✨: -Honorary Mention in The 2020 Adobo Awards! 💜 -Honorary Mention in The 2020 Winter Rose Awards! 🌷 Written: January 2016 Completed: September 27, 2020Concluída
Thirteen Reasons Why
"David? Pookie? Your name does not belong on this list. But you need to be here if I'm going to tell my story. If I'm going to explain why I did what I did. Because you aren't every other guy - you're different. You're good. And kind. And decent. And I didn't deserve to be with someone like you. I never did. I've ruined you. It was me and everything that's happened to me." When I heard this my feet fell from underneath me and I laid in the drive way lifeless. *WARNING: Mature themes such as self harm, depression, suicide, heart break, fake friends, rape and several other mature themes are mentioned through out the story*Concluída
Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.Concluída
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|| A True Story || - My Tower Hill @Home Time Capsule Sometimes bad things happen in our world, but it is inevitable. Everything happens for a reason. It is simply a balance of the dichotomy: good and bad. That is how our lives work; most of the time, no one has a choice. We have to learn how to cope and deal with it. However, bad things always makes us stronger because we learn something after it is all over. Plus, we will not make the same mistake again. We like to believe that we are in control as humans, but no one has real control, ever. However, we do have hope that provides us with a life of purpose and direction. It is what shapes our humanity as a whole. This true story will be filled with my experiences, advice, and thank you's, relating to Tower Hill @Home and everyday life during COVID-19. I have to say; this will be the most honest, true story I will ever write. Remember that "we are all in this together!" Stay safe and keep smiling :) - HannahConcluída
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𝐴𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛, 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑛... 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦. 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐴𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡ℎ, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡... 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠.Concluída
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The leaving. It was hard, tragic , painful, yet it had to be done, I needed to save my life. I didn't want to start again, this would be the story of finding myself, pulling myself back together, reuniting the happy go lucky youngster I had once been. The shock of leaving took more of a toll on me than I thought it would. I had asked two people to help me move out of the house I had shared with my partner for 8 years, we had been together 23 years in total. The move was done in total secrecy, my partner could never know in advance, it was a very scary time. I had moved various things out of the house and secured a rent on a property nearby. The house I picked was near the School the children went to, and my oldest lad was going to be near his best friend. My Mother told me of the property it was advertised on the web, we both went and had a look, even that was scary, I didn't want to be seen by anyone and became paranoid that I would be caught out. For many months I lived on a new kind of fear, the fear of someone finding out that I planned to leave my abusive partner, though of course no one knew my seemingly happy, funny, generous partner was abusive. Finding the house was one thing, getting the various companies to connect the house and exchanging the information of my current address so they could varify that I was, who I said I was almost drove me mad. The day came to leave, My Mother and a very dear Friend came round as early as possible, we packed as much as we could. This included taking the boys clothes, bedding, toys, stuff from the garden, my stuff. We had 3 cars the packing seem to take all day. By the end we had to get going to be able to unpack, leaving me time to pick up the boys from School and settle them in their new home. I couldn't do it at first,I started to cry then scream, to leave the world I had put so much of my life into, and now in a split second would be leaving was breaking my heart.
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