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Mizu's Notebook

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drawings experiences freetime life random sketch thoughts

Not a story. Just random sketches and scribbles when I'm bored. I am not good, I'm warning you.

I have a brother who have a hand of an artist. Every time he holds a pen, or a pencil, or any sort of thing that involve making traces, it turn into something so nice, even if it is not the best form of art. That is, everything except for his writing though. Me? I got influenced by him and kind of envy him in a way, so I started scribbling and learn drawing. I am no where even near "good", coz each drawing cost me a lot my golden time despite being so lousy but I'm satisfied with it. 

Again I'm telling you, I AM NOT GOOD. That being said 3 times already, so you should know you have been warned.All Rights Reserved

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Ruin Me So You Can Save Yourself (Daryl Dixon X Male OC) by MIshaSatanHimself

Sam: I was raised the way that teaches you to be selfless. That's what I was doing my whole life. Taking care of my little brother when my parents couldn't or didn't want to, helping with chores, working, doing my best at school so I don't embarrass my family name, following my father's dreams and mothers expectations. Everything for them, to satisfy them, to please them. No one was ever satisfied with me though, I'm never good enough for no one. So as usual I bought a drink to reward myself for a once again perfect score on the exam. One drink turns into five and I find myself following some guy with pretty eyes. What I didn't know is that next time we meet I'm not going to be the one drunk and it's not going to be the last time I see him either. Quite the opposite, he'll manage to turn my life upside down, ruining it completely, and only the end of the world will be able to fix all of it. Daryl: When I was younger I used to think I was born with a curse in my blood, but then I understood that life is just a bitch. From my mother's death to surviving under my father's thumb and then jumping under Merle's. Whole my life I stood neck deep in shit, be it bird shit, my own shit or my family's. Every day is a stupid fight to not drown in that pool of shit, and for years the only thing keeping me floating were drugs and alcohol. But then, this bloody sunshine dropped into my life. After all the years of violence and roughness I grew to crave him like a secret drug. His gentle touch, his unconditional love and care. As much as my scarred soul craves it, this thing between us is crossing all the lines and breaking all the rules I knew. So I drown in ecstasy and weed even more, trying to figure myself out, so lost in my own bullshit that I didn't notice that his perfect life isn't as good as he says it is, and when I finally open my eyes, he's gone. He's fucking gone, and world is too, or at least the way we knew it.

You're Not Supposed To Be Here by destinyyousuck

ALL ART IS MADE BY ME AND ME ALONE !!! My story about a role play I participated in, where we make our own characters and a story line. This story is mostly about my characters interactions but I wrote this at 11-12 so I don't write so well. Also most are random stories and I do NOT finish each, but if you'd like I could write more about one thing. WARNING : Profanity is used often in this story, as well as suicidal thoughts and depression, with mentions of abuse. Read if you'd like. OK BUT LOOKING BACK AT THIS I REALIZE HOW FAST MY STORIES ARE, LIKE ONE THING HAPPENS SO FAST AND THEN ANOTHER I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX IT Also Most characters ( Clone, Sam, OJ,Hisen,Mars,Fren,Qwell,234, and Thrude ) can't be in the story anymore. Since I stopped being friends with my old friend who had those OC's for good reason. Sorry not sorry.

Untamed ~ D. Dixon by thismypanda15

Shawn Walsh... For someone who was the son of a cop, he didn't exactly play by the rules, he was a uncontrollable force like a hurricane, a tornado...a tsunami. When he was young, it was only a slight tremble in the ground, a small wind, a tiny wave. But when he got older it became a rumble in the ground, so strong it split the earth in half, the winds became a storm of whipping winds that destroyed houses and ripped the trees from the ground...and the wave Became huge, so high that it reached roofs and touched the skies. Of course Shawn wasn't always like that...but Shane wasn't exactly the best father, he was cold towards Shawn, ignoring him and acting as if he didn't exist. Shawn knew why, it was because Shane didn't want him, he wanted to be with Lori and Carl... though, Shawn was the aftermath of Lori and Shane when they were teenagers, Shane still wanted Lori and her other son who she had with Rick Grimes...the man who Shawn thought of as a father. Unlike Shane who tried to forcibly control Shawn's anger and desperation for love, attention and affection, Rick would hug him and tell him to let it out, he told him to break something, to scream, to cry...and that he'd be there for him every single time. At 22, Shawn had moved out, got an apartment and a job as a tattoo artist, he never inked himself because he had respect for his body, but he did enjoy drawing his art on other people. When Shane came to Shawn's tattoo shop to tell him the only man who was like an actual father to him, had been shot, he became enraged, he screamed as loud as his vocal cords would allow him, he threw chairs and anything else he could get his hands on at the wall. Maybe it was because of his heart broken state, but for the first time in his life his actual father had hugged him, he had pulled him to his chest and told him everything would be alright...but how could it when the dead began to rise and people began to pull apart and turn on each other?

Love In Boxing Ring by 1410pooja

" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory. Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love. Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.

Attached To You ♡ 18+ by ladyjanee123

...He approached me and firmly grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards one of the cabins. In a rather brutal manner, he pushed me inside, blocking the door behind him. He leaned his hand against the wall, right next to my face... - I asked you something. What do you think about it? - His behavior deeply embarrassed me. Indecent thoughts started swirling in my head... Me... He... In this confined space... With other people, women, and men on the other side of the door, completely unaware... - We're alone. There's no one else with us. You can answer me honestly now... - They're... out there... and they can probably hear every word we say. Besides, what am I supposed to judge when you're not wearing any clothes? - Shhh! - He placed his finger on my lips... - You wouldn't want someone to hear you, right? - The guy closed the distance between us, pressing his whole body against mine... - Unless... you like it? Tell me, Nunu, do you like being loud? Do you enjoy it when others can hear? - He placed his hands on my chest and started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand... 🌈 - Hia... Look! - I exclaimed cheerfully, pointing my finger at the sky. - NuNew... You are the eighth color of the rainbow to me. - P' said suddenly. - The eighth colour, what does that mean? - Just... mine. - "The light looks so beautiful in the phase of dispersion..." - What? - Ah... Valeriu Butulescu described the rainbow phenomenon that way. I believe his words have a hidden meaning. - What do you mean by that? Sorry, Nhu, but you're the last person I know who would want to analyze some poet's profound thoughts. - Yeah, that's true, poetry isn't really my thing... 🌦 It was late at night, the rain was pouring, and a cold wind was roaring. The echo of doors slamming filled the street... With a backpack on his back, wearing a black hood pulled over his head, a boy with hair as black as coal walked through the Bangkok street in a direction known only to his soul...

mollitiam by Dumblewhore_111

Pages filled with thoughts I wouldn't dare say out loud. The weird, random moments that stuck with me, the people I noticed but pretended I didn't. The way I felt about things I acted indifferent to. It was all there, inked into the pages like a conversation with myself. No one would ever read it. No one would ever know the things I thought about, the things I laughed at, the things that made me roll my eyes at myself. Like how I let my gaze linger too long on that boy before groaning at my own damn self. Or how I swore I didn't care about people, but some part of me still held onto the memories of them anyway. My journal didn't judge. It just took everything in, let me spill it all out without making it a big deal. Without making me a big deal. So I wrote. Scribbled fast, let my thoughts spill onto the paper. Then I closed it, held it close for a second-like I always did-before tucking it away again. Out of sight, but never really out of mind.

Winning Back Mr. Right by kimguan1201

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The Naughty List | MxM by ElijahDiva

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Happy Endings by Magnolia_Abernathy

"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.

MANIPULATED Book B (Sequel to Tempted) by CorruptedN1ghtmare

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Sam: I was raised the way that teaches you to be selfless. That's what I was doing my whole life. Taking care of my little brother when my parents couldn't or didn't want to, helping with chores, working, doing my best at school so I don't embarrass my family name, following my father's dreams and mothers expectations. Everything for them, to satisfy them, to please them. No one was ever satisfied with me though, I'm never good enough for no one. So as usual I bought a drink to reward myself for a once again perfect score on the exam. One drink turns into five and I find myself following some guy with pretty eyes. What I didn't know is that next time we meet I'm not going to be the one drunk and it's not going to be the last time I see him either. Quite the opposite, he'll manage to turn my life upside down, ruining it completely, and only the end of the world will be able to fix all of it. Daryl: When I was younger I used to think I was born with a curse in my blood, but then I understood that life is just a bitch. From my mother's death to surviving under my father's thumb and then jumping under Merle's. Whole my life I stood neck deep in shit, be it bird shit, my own shit or my family's. Every day is a stupid fight to not drown in that pool of shit, and for years the only thing keeping me floating were drugs and alcohol. But then, this bloody sunshine dropped into my life. After all the years of violence and roughness I grew to crave him like a secret drug. His gentle touch, his unconditional love and care. As much as my scarred soul craves it, this thing between us is crossing all the lines and breaking all the rules I knew. So I drown in ecstasy and weed even more, trying to figure myself out, so lost in my own bullshit that I didn't notice that his perfect life isn't as good as he says it is, and when I finally open my eyes, he's gone. He's fucking gone, and world is too, or at least the way we knew it.