Random crap me and my friends say...

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idk iwannadie lol random stupidstuffwesay thoughts

I was sitting on the bus one day with a friend and i thought "hm what if i made a book about all the stupid crap we say" and from that small thought this crappy book was made...All Rights Reserved

idk iwannadie lol random stupidstuffwesay thoughts

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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

{𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈} |By @Frind the Shapeshifter| by FrindtheShapeshifter

{This book is .Thoughts into Stories. where I make my daydreaming/Thoughts into stories for you too enjoy!} |!Warning!| !Blood! !Cursing! !ect!

Some shit I write whenever i'm too bored to do anything else. A elaborate thought I had once about one of my friends and some random Italian salesman. MAKE SURE TO LIKE, SUBSCRIBE AND COMMENT ON MY STORY! Sponsored by Audible.com

Just some imagines for the outsiders (: In process of editing** may take a while**

Last week my class had finished the book, The Outsiders, by S.E. Hilton. I loved it. My friends loved it. Everybody in the entire class loved it. We also watched the movie and we all had to look away when Pony just had his hair cut and bleached. Anyway, I found these stories called Imagines and I found them really cool and I wanted to do one myself and I might make more considering how my friend said I "broke" her when she read it. I might make more, I don't know, but it was fun to write this. I also saw how small some of the other imagines are, so I made this one long but not too long but still long. It'll probably take 8 minutes out of your day, tops.

The Outsiders Imagines and Short Stories by FadedSunsets04

Short Stories and Imagines for the Outsiders. Requests are welcome/encouraged !!

Outsider Imagines and Prefernces by misscurtis15

*Imagine meeting the gang* *Imagine falling in love* *Imagine anything* I know how much you guys like Outsider Imagines and Preferences so I thought I'd make one of my own. For all of you that have made them good job. I hope you end up liking my book. Stay Gold and do it for Johnny!!

It all started when my best friend was murdered and I was devastated my only friend that I trusted and loved so much was murdered. When school was back I got put in a class with Regina, Lily and June (the mean girls in my school). Everyone admired Regina and her group because they were "so pretty" but I didn't they have bullied me ever since I was in grade 3 and I have always hated them. Later I meet some new friends and actually was happy for little bit until I end up in the hospital and something bad happens...

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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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