Naruto Ōtsutsuki

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"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

My father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father really is the bastard I know him to be. There's no escaping my future anymore. Growing up is the only way out. I pushed Mrs. Havisham away from me and fought out of Damon's iron grip. I stalked towardsmy father and his evil, hysterical grin. He opened his arms as if to hug me. I raised my sword and plunged it deep into his stomach. His face turned from a grin to shock and he looked down at his stomach to find the sword I was still holding implanted in his flesh. He looked back up at me and I pulled the sword out sharply, mercilessly. His face turned into a sick grimace which made waves of horror pass through my body. He fell to the ground just in front of my mother. A single tear ran down my cheek. I looked down at my mother and father, both dead, at my hand. Both bleeding because of a stupid peice of silver. Fighting. Fighting for freedom, for her life and for her friends. Fighting is all Jessica can do anymore because if she doesn't fight, her life with slowly crumble around her. Jessica was an ordinary girl until she came to Dean House but then again I suppose irony is sweet. She found she was a witch and a powerful one at that. She finds she has to bring down her father no matter what it costs, an arm, a leg, a life, even when it's her own mothers she can never stop. Fighting is the only things he knows now and a fighter she is.

Harry Styles is Cheating on Me... With Me?! by StripesAndBraces

*WARNING THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL STORY* Haha, hey! How's it going? I'm Amelia Parker, and I've got what everyone wants. My best mate for life, got famous. He was put in a band, and let me tell you how lucky both of us were. He was lucky because... Well that's simple. But I was lucky because I got four new friends! Well... One of them turned out to be more than just friends. Harry Styles is my boyfriend. Louis Tomlinson is my best friend. What could possibly go wrong? Well... Besides the usual mischief, the hate. I understand it, everyone's jealous. But still, it got kind of old. So, when Harry and I became an item, I wore a wig. Simple as that. I had two identities... But things got complicated. I got caught with my wig off... And that didn't go so well. Here's a collection of stories of what we did while the boys toured America, and I came with. Don't worry, it's not too gushy or romantic. In fact, most of it's pretty humorous. It's not all about Harry (but if he asks, tell him it is) it has to do with all of the band. They each definitely have their moments. Oh boy, now I sound like a fangirl. Haha, oh well. Enjoy the ride though... It's gonna be a bumpy one filled with laughs, tears, and a little romance here and there. I know I enjoyed... Most of it.

INSIDE AN EMPTY PHANTOM by nonpermissible

WHAT FOLLOWS WHEN ALL ENDS ? TRANFERRED TO ANOTHER LIFE - POPULATED CONDIMENT OF DAMNATION TO FESTER IN ITS PIT OUTWARDLY TENDER FOR THE SAKE OF APPEARANCE INWARDLY BRITTLE AND HOLLOW SO AS TO BE INCOMMODED BY PARALYSING DULL-WITTEDNESS BECAUSE IT IDEATES ? ALL THOSE LONELY PEOPLE THEY SICKEN ME : '' HI , WELL - SITUATED , GOOD-HEARTED YOUNG MALE SEEKS MARITAL BLISS TO SHARE WITH AFFECTIONATE , SERIOUS YOUNG FEMALE '' --- TO VENT HIS SEXUAL FRUSTRATIONS ON --- , HE OMMITTED THAT PART ! THEY HAVEN'T LEARNT TO COPE WITH LONELINESS THESE DAYS YOU ARE AFFLICTED BY THE LONELINESS OF CELEBRITIES THE WHOLE INTERNET IS INFESTED WITH THEM THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS PLANET DID YOU KNOW THAT ? IF YOU DON'T , GET LOST YOU ARE AMONG THE LONELY WHOM I CANNOT STAND BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND LONELINESS AND I'M NOT HERE TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU IT'D BE A FUTILE ENTERPRISE INTO WHICH YOU TURNED YOUR LIFE LIKE ICY BOULDERS YOU WALK PAST EACH OTHER AND ON FACEBOOK AND INSTAGRAM YOU GO ALL SOCIAL YOU ARE NO LONGER THOSE ICY BOULDERS BECAUSE NOW OF A SUDDEN YOU CARE ! YOU PARADE YOUR PROFILE GENEROUSLY , SHOWING NEARLY NUDE PHOTOS OF YOURSELF IT IS THIS DISEASED LONELINESS WHICH YOU ALL AT ONCE WISH TO SHARE WITH THE WORLD BECAUSE ALL AT ONCE YOU HAVE BECOME A SOCIAL DELICIOUSNESS SINGING IN A CLEAR YOUTHFUL NATIONAL VOICE WHICH IS AS FAKE AS YOUR BEING SOCIAL SO LONELY YOU FEEL THAT YOU GO SOCIAL NO , YOU ARE NOT SOCIAL YOU ARE BLIND WITH HATE SEEKING TO GROPE YOUR WAY OUT OF YOUR HATEFUL LONELINESS , HOPING FOR SOME PEOPLE TO GIVE YOU ' LIKES ' TO THEREBY CONFIRM THAT SPACE FILLED WITH YOUR ODIOUSNESS WHICH MAKES YOU FEEL LONELY CONCIDING WITH THE WAY YOU EARN YOUR LIVELIHOOD A STARK SOLITUDE YOUR LIFE HAS BECOME INTO WHICH YOUR MENTAL FACULTIES DESCEND AND GO NUTS , WISHING TO COUNTERVAIL YOUR MADNESS ON SOCIAL MEDIA FEELING MORBIDLY PLEASED WITH GETTING ' LIKES ' : THAT IS THE NEW MODERN ONLINE DISEASE RAMPANT EVERYWHERE

High School Story: University Life (rewritten) by proteus912

High School Story: University Continues (re-written) by proteus912

That I Would Be Good

"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

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