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The Collection

The Collection

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These stories are completely and utterly random. They have no connection to one another and have different lengths, themes and characters. Most of them are romantic and all of them are my way of expressing how I view relationships and the world. Some stories I read on Wattpad, I end up stopping halfway because I just don't agree with the characters, their decisions, their views or simply the story in general. I created this as a sort of contrast - what I would have done in the character's place. Some of these scenarios will be familiar and some I'll have made myself. If you have a different opinion to what I've written, please - PLEASE - feel free to share your views in the comment section. I love getting a different opinion and arguing over it is, well... fun. ;) If you'd like me to write a story based on a certain opinion, leave a comment and I will definitely make an attempt. However, be warned: I won't do judgmental stories. I, like the rest of the human race, can be judgmental - it doesn't mean that I want to be or even that I should be. No stories with racism, sexism, etc. This is (hopefully) a fair collection of stories. The stories might seem to be the beginning, middle or end of a longer story, but they're not. Think of them as excerpts from my imagination: I imagine a scene and I write it out. They may contain information suggesting that there was a previous chapter, but... Sorry. Nope. Some will be extremely short and others will seem like an entire book by themselves. Hmm... what more to tell you... This is yours as much as it's mine. The stories can have any background you can think of (eg; she's fighting him because of ... ). You and I have different imaginations. If you want, you can even base a story on one of mine - provided you ask permission first. So sit back. Relax. Get some hot chocolate, tea, coffee or whatever hot drink you'd like. If you're somewhere boiling hot, grab the frozen version of one of those. And now... begin.
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" I scrub and scrub trying to make it go away. I'd happily go back to walking around internally dead than whatever this is. Watching the crimson substance go down the drain and off my skin- out of sight, out of mind, except it's not going away. I hated that pain was temporary but this... this pain I don't want it. I don't want to feel this. Tears begin to well in my eyes making my vision blurry. Weak. Anger surges in my veins and impulsively my fist connects with a tile on the wall of the shower shattering it. This is emotional. I don't do that. I don't do this- I don't cry in the shower. I don't let my emotions dictate my actions I haven't in a long time. It's stupid. It's childish. It's weak. I glance down at my knuckles on my right hand, watching the tiny cuts heal. Shouting, I punch the tile over and over and over again until blood runs down my arm and drips onto the shower floor. I reach my severely broken hand out under the water, momentarily stinging as water hits the open wounds which unfortunately close over seconds later. I crack whatever bones need it, back into place and look around me. The back wall of the shower is destroyed, shards of tile and blood scattered on the floor. As I stand under the scalding hot stream staring into nothing my mind falls silent for a split second. A few seconds of solace until everything comes crashing back. The tightness in my chest and my stomach, the cloudiness in my brain, the anger, the sadness. It all comes back. I sit down away from the shattered pieces of tile, curling my legs up and letting the near boiling water hit my back. There was a feeling of relief in losing everything I was. Whatever it is that has clawed it's way to the surface, I want it gone. I want that relief back. "

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