#nomorebullying
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Help stop bullying and write a 90 word "story"telling inspirational words about preventing or your experience in bullying. For more info. Check out their page @ #nomorebullying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Dear Bully
Why can't you just love me for who I am. Oh I forgot, you won't let me. I wish that you could understand how I feel, but no because you the bully and that's why I'm writing to you now. You make me feel like crap everyday. I wake up knowing what's coming when I get to school. * * * * I wish that you could just leave me alone...Complete
The Boy Who Can't See ✔️
Have you ever read a book about a nerdy boy and a bad girl? Oh, Yes? Well what about a blind nerdy boy and bad girl who meet and slowly fall in love. However, there's a problem with both of their stories, what happens when the unknowns come into their lives and make their dreams turn into nightmares? Read and find out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚠️IN PROCESS OF EDITING⚠️ I apologize for any grammar mistakes, I wrote this years ago, whenever I have the time to edit I promise I will.Complete
I am his
Kaden falls for his childhood friend but has a hard time showing his feelings. He has a terrible relationship with his dad, he smokes, drinks, does impulsive things, the typical bad boy , right? They naturally stopped being friends when they reached high school, Naomi's hated his guts ever since. He's a bad influence on her, it's toxic but she can't leave him. He brings her pain, pleasure and happiness but will it last? She loves him but can she handle his pain, struggles and burden that he carries, the pressure of his father wanting him to follow behind his footsteps. - I love him. Everything about him is so perfect, my soul is connected to his, he's the addiction i need. It's him, and only him. I am his.Complete
The UnSlut Project
I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.Complete
Poems for the broken
I started writing poems because I had to get my emotions out in some other way and poems helped because I got a deeper meaning from them and had to put lessons I learned the hard way in my writings. I feel as if these were meant for those who could under stand my pain and anger at those who did me wrong. I don't care what you think about my writing because it's part of me and this is how i'm choosing to show you who I am. I was bullied. I did have my heart broken. I have came back stronger. My life has changed and so have I. I'm ready to take that stand.Complete
Please, Remember
Just remember, you can do anything you set your mind to, but it takes action, perseverance, and facing your fears.Complete
Saving The Broken
C̺͆O̺͆M̺͆P̺͆L̺͆E̺͆T̺͆E̺͆D̺͆ Started ~ February 13, 2021 Ended ~ April 3, 2021 ~ Re-write ~ May 28, 2021 End ~ August 18, 2021 *************** Disclaimer! This book might not make since at some points. This book does go a bit fast. There is NO HAPPY ENDING. *************** "Wait honey stop!" The lady yelled, but I wasn't gonna stop. I headed for the front door and before I could push it open I felt arms wrap around my waist "Stop" I kept thrashing in his arms "Come on stop, your gonna hurt yourself more" I didn't listen I just kept trying "Keep her arm as still as you can!" Someone yelled and I felt hands grab my right arm and then something prick my skin "Just stop!" Slowly I collapsed in their arms and my eyes shut. Not how this was meant to happenComplete
Speech So Trivial, Voice So Strong
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Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy
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Before us✔️
"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨." •𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞!•Complete
Why can't you just love me for who I am. Oh I forgot, you won't let me. I wish that you could understand how I feel, but no because you the bully and that's why I'm writing to you now. You make me feel like crap everyday. I wake up knowing what's coming when I get to school. * * * * I wish that you could just leave me alone...
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