Written and Locked
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One January afternoon, I opened a tiny locked notebook. Yes, it has been my diary. I remembered the events. I even remembered the boy. But do I still remember the feeling?
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Love Moderately
This is the diary of me, Lina. I'm just a normal teenager... or am I? Nothing really happens in my life... except people seem to think I'm a stalker, I procrastinate too much, and weird guys keep liking me. And I can't stop liking this one guy. By the way, this isn't a story. This is literally my diary. I try to update as early as I can, but I also have school and homework, so don't expect updates everyday. *Update 11/9/2014 I have now checked the book as completed! I am now starting book 2 in The Diary of this Weird Teenage Girl series! *starts clapping, and cheering* *occasional cat call* Fan me for updates!Concluída
LOVE, HIRO.
what ARE feelings? do you just catch them, like a cold? is the whole boy-girl thing an unspoken rule on who to have feelings for? and what happens if you have feelings for a boy? when you're a boy yourself...? anyways, hi. sorry for the rhetorical introduction. i'm hisakawa hirono...or hiro. and...i'm a guy. who happens to like a guy.Concluída
Journal (Boyxboy)
Have you ever had your own journal? One that you either are required to have or just have to get your thoughts out... I do, and it's for when I go to therapy. It was supposed to help soothe me and give me something to talk of when I visited my therapist. Coming from me it means a lot of writing of bad things, sometimes the bad things are all I think about and I write in it every day. It would be horrible if someone read it outside the circle of me and my therapist. I trusted her and that was it, no one else was a loud in. Sometimes I thought of someone who I would let read it but he would never pay attention to me, I was a nobody; in his world.Concluída
Neglected // BXB
"sir, I can't do this" I whimper as I look up meeting his hazel eyes "What makes you say that?" he asks as he sits down in the chair beside me. The pencil I was holding falls out of my hands as I stare at the paper in front of me. Words have never looked so scary to me. They started to get blurry and the b that I wrote at the top of the paper looked more like a d. "It's just I can't concentrate bec--" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jayce Morgans , always portrayed as the schools "bad boy" truth be told he's never done anything bad in his school life. He may have back talked a teacher or punched a student but that was it. No one ever took the time to get to know him he had one close friend, Hanna, the only other people who talked with him were his parents and his six younger siblings and three older ones. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "sir" I say as I back up against the wall "we can't do this" "Who said we can't?" He asks as his hands grab mine pinning them above my head "It's just not pro--" a strangled moan leaves my lips as he bites my neck. "What was that?" he smirks "you rat bastard" ~ ♡ ~ BoyxBoy ○ [WARNING]: will contain sexual content between two men. ○ {NOTE} : this story will be a short story, so around the 20 - 23 (maybe a couple more) chapters and that is it! ALL RIGHTS RESERVEDConcluída
From Thoughts to Paper
Pretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it isConcluída
A YEAR-LONG DAY (one-sided slowburn with a twist)
"Dear diary, To my surprise, today we talked a lot. It's been a while since we've chatted like that. He's been very cold to me lately, constantly ignoring me. But during the second lesson he suddenly said that he would recognize my handwriting among all others. Could it be that there are indeed some hidden feelings behind his rude behavior? Can my unrequited love grow into a mutual one? There's still time until our graduation... And, in the meantime, after school my boyfriend had a surprise waiting for me again. He is so romantic. How am I supposed to tell him that I am still in love with my classmate? "A living dog is better than a dead lion". So what should I do if I want to keep the dog by my feet while trying to resurrect the lion?" This book is my personal treasure because it is written based on my genuine school diary. During the last year of high school, I fought for my one-sided love while dating a cool guy, and, had an English teacher fall in love with me all at the same time. This diary sheds light on common Russian school life. Love, drama, adventure, shame, inner growth, depression and much more awaits inside".Concluída
Love In Boxing Ring
" 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.Concluída
It just... happened? (boyxboy)
Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020Concluída
Echo of the Past
A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.Concluída
The Other Guy (BoyxBoy) ✔️
"I walked over to where Aaron was sitting on the ground, kneeling so that I was face-to-face with him. He was wearing a blank expression on his face so I guess he didn't really care if I kissed him or not. I took in a deep breath before taking his face in both of my hands and swooping down to kiss him. At first, I was so nervous I didn't realize that we were already kissing but after a few moments, I realized how soft his lips felt on my own. Before I can register it I felt him moving against me. I would have gotten off of him but I realize that he wasn't moving to get away from me. No, He was moving his lips against mine." °°°°° Aiden Moore isn't extraordinary. He has average looks, he is OK with sports, and his only strong point is that he is smart (although that doesn't mean much to his fellow classmates). And, of course, his virgin ass has never had a girlfriend, let alone a crush. It seemed as if he would never find someone. That was until he met her, Scarlett Hale. She was the most beautiful girl you will ever meet. Kind, sweet, and one of the few people with a higher GPA then him, she was amazing and Aiden imagined that she would be all his. Once Aiden gets rid of her boyfriend, Aaron Tyler. The most annoying guy you will ever meet, Aiden gags just thinking about him. The man is smoking hot and makes Aiden's dreams of getting the girl to seem very impossible. So what would happen if Aiden gets involved with the wrong person? Will Aiden get the girl? Will he fall short? Or will he fall into the arms of a guy who is in love with the girl he loves? _______________________________________ WARNING: First book EVER! The best part about this book is that it has some funny bits and introduces you to characters I use for a while. But, if you don't like the writing, please consider one of my newer works 😊 Started: May 10, 2016 Completed: September 2016Concluída
This is the diary of me, Lina. I'm just a normal teenager... or am I? Nothing really happens in my life... except people seem to think I'm a stalker, I procrastinate too much, and weird guys keep liking me. And I can't stop liking this one guy. By the way, this isn't a story. This is literally my diary. I try to update as early as I can, but I also have school and homework, so don't expect updates everyday. *Update 11/9/2014 I have now checked the book as completed! I am now starting book 2 in The Diary of this Weird Teenage Girl series! *starts clapping, and cheering* *occasional cat call* Fan me for updates!
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