About me
- Reads 3
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
MatureComplete Thu, May 5, 2016<5 mins
They was a boy name ridge and he loves everything and he loves us family and bible he read all kinds of books he loves reading the bible so he gose in his room and read the bible of God and then he go to get ready for church so ridge had to do everything around the house and then ridge go and play is Xbox then he went and have some fun then ridge say to him self he wish to go fishing then he fall in the water from 4pm to 7pm then he came home all wet and he told his mom about it then I fix my pole and that happened when you stand on a rock that is wet
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Loving November Grace
STORY 3 If he was a tornado, she was a hurricane. The problem was though, they both loved the feel of the rain.Complete
I won't share you
Moz is bored of his room and the rainy day and decides to go to a near by diner. There he meets a boy. And I guess you'll have to read the rest.Complete
Saved By The Bad Boy
She had everything she never wanted and he had everything he ever wanted. Scared. Beaten. Barely loved. Brave. Reckless. Adored. Can these two worlds meet?
You And Me, Forevermore
"He was the definition of what you call bad, he smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good.He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man.He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him...or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection". "Perfection... that's what she's always been. Not even her scars could steal the hope in her eyes. She waited for someone. And when she met him, she couldn't help what she felt. She fell hard for him. And so did her saviour. The girl who had a little too much heart to go around. She never thought herself of being worthy of his love. And she'd go to hell and back for the one who loved her fiercely".Complete
Like Nobody Else
Haunted by the mantra "I'm nobody," I echoed these words in my mind, feeling as though my entire existence revolved around catering to the happiness of others. Despite having friends, a constant undercurrent of self-doubt lingered, as if I were an anchor holding them back. In the shadow of my brother Adam's fame with the renowned band Three Days Grace, I was the family's black sheep, an outcast in our town. My academic prowess and hardworking nature seemed to count for naught, dismissed by my father as failure. Even my past relationship revealed a cruel truth - I was a mere experiment for my ex-boyfriend's infidelity. While my brother Adam basked in the heroics of our town, I felt cast aside, deemed a potential threat to other teens and shunned like a contagious disease. Despite my pleas for help falling on deaf ears for years, my existence seemed insignificant, unnoticed. The reflection in the mirror, one last look before I just contemplated ending it all, reflected a soul weary of pleasing others at the cost of my own emotions. With black lipstick, I scrawled a poignant question on the mirror: "Are you happy?" In the final, desperate act, as I pushed myself to the brink, a rush of relief mingled with the pain. Yet, as I succumbed to the darkness, a familiar voice called my name, disrupting the silence. Awakening to a hospital room, my feet tied to the bed, a blond-haired, blue-eyed figure lay by my side, a silent sentinel. Even in my darkest moment, he defied my wishes, standing vigil over the remnants of a life I sought to escape. The tangled web of emotions unfolds as I grapple with the unexpected second chance, questioning whether the bonds of love and resilience can conquer the shadows that once consumed me.Complete
baby mermaid and baby shark
my family took me on a family vacation to the beach to go swimming. we arrived at our beach house at midnight my family went to bed after eating dinner, but I wasn't tired so I stayed up until 3:51 am and went to bed. this will be my first time spending a vacation with my family, I love spending time reading story books in my room then interact with people. I made a deal with my mom that I would not read and if I win, she would buy me a few new stories to read but if I lose. my mom would take me to go shopping with her to buy news clothes for me,and she knows that I hate shopping for clothes with my parents! I rather shop on my own when I go out.Complete
Dragged to my knees
Highest Ranking #408 in Spiritual #7 in christianlit "Are you Happy?" is such a difficult question. I always say yes. Because I have friends, I laugh at jokes; I go out a lot and have fun. My life isn't as bad as it could be and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse. Right? But then, one night at 3am when I'm alone, still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life, I find myself crying my heart out. I feel horrible and I question everything I had. I don't know if I was ever happy at all and yes, things just got worse. Jericho 'Ricky' Davis is your typical 'more-than-average' high school student at first glance. he seems to have it all; from friends to girls, popularity at school and even good grades. However, as his story unravels, we learn that Ricky is struggling with a broken relationship with his father, an aunt at the verge of death and a life that just might fall apart. After all, everything is not what it seems This is not some sappy romance story. There is no promise of a happily ever after. Yes there will be a lot of eye rolling and provocation and yes you might be force-fed a bowlful of aggravating emotions but please try your hardest not to hunt me down and strangle me afterwards. Thank you :)Complete
The Citizen Soldier (DNF)
!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.Complete
STORY 3 If he was a tornado, she was a hurricane. The problem was though, they both loved the feel of the rain.
More detailsContent Guidelines