Book of Tales

Book of Tales

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"Stories often forgotten or untold are worth sharing for anyone willing to hear a tale..." This is just a book of short stories from prompts I find online or comes from those moments where you go 'This sounds like a good idea...' but really isn't. Whether it's something about the world's sharpest mind or a question like 'What if?' and 'Then what?'. Something like a man who kills with unlikely weapons or what happens when the story ends and someone forgot to switch off the lights and lock the door after them In general, this book is just me having fun and a way for me to get ideas out there and practice certain aspects of writing so that I can apply what I learn to my bigger stuff, Enjoy these 15 short stories of everything from Potion inc. to Divine intervention in the Book of Tales (P.S: I update this book whenever I'm not busy with work or writing something else. So if uploading seems inconsistent it's because my dumb brain though I could get into a schedule)
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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