In this club, all of the members play a game. We all sit in a general circle and use the same sentence starter. We all have a minute to start writing off of it. When that minute is up, we fold the paper so you can only see the last line and hand it to the next person. When you are passed the next paper, you have a minute to continue off their last sentence, without any knowledge of what they wrote before. You continue passing down the papers, each time having a minute to write on that paper, and when that minute ends, you fold it again to only see the last line. As a result, all your help will be the last line someone else wrote. You continue doing this until you get your own paper back, and then you have a minute to finish it off. Once it is over, everyone reads out the stories that developed on their paper. These can either be immensely confusing, or work together in a magical way. They will go from adventure, to humor, to romance, to angst, to romance, to NSFW.
This book is to commemorate all the amazing stories we created from this terrible, terrible game.
"I love you" she says and kisses my jaw tenderly. "I love you too baby" I reply stroking her still damp hair.
We were sat in a dirty McDonald's car park. We could be sat in a fucking pile of trash and I wouldn't care.
Because I would be with her.
As long as I'm with her, nothing else matters.
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After all he had known was anger and hatred she was like a breath of fresh air to him. With just one look into her mesmerizing chocolate eyes and one listen to her angelic voice he knew he was ruined. He despised this feeling. He felt helpless. No matter how much he tried to stay away he was drawn to her and he knew he was playing a very dangerous game.
Leaving the pain of her past behind her she starts a fresh in a new town with her older brother. Meeting the towns bad boy was not on her agenda but every time she saw him she was intrigued. He was rude and had a terrible attitude, but his eyes didn't show anything but pain which is something she knew all too well.
They are complete opposites but have one thing in common. They are both broken, maybe just maybe they could be the cure to each others pain.
⚠️ this story contains mentions of abuse and alcohol so if you are not comfortable with this please do not read my story.