Bleh Stories

Hi gays! I just wanted to make a random book LMAO- Anyway IDK yeah- Baiii (COVER AIN'T MINE)

Yap yap yap yap yap Will either be updated every second or once a year. Who knows? I don't

me and my weird thoughts written down in a book. what could go wrong.

* ˚ ✦ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍' 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 - ﹒⪩⪨﹒ where felix puts his shitty art for everyone to see. 𓆩 started: 04/23/23 𓆪 - 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 ! ! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Some lyrics that i've written recently, I know sometimes reading poetry and lyrics aren't really people things. Still, I'd love it if you commented what you think and voted in the ones you like! If your looking for a song to sing and post on YouTube, i'd LOVE it if you chose one of these, just send me a link!-- Chelsea

this is a book of random shit

Basically one of those "A LOOK IN MEH MINDDD" books. I don't really care if you read or not :3

me talking about me, even though no one will really care to read it. let's get personal!

JUST ANOTHER STORY I WILL Finish EVENTUALLY!

this is a story about Geo a distressed teen who doesn't trust anyone until he meets a a guy who just moved named Mark the Markiplier

WEHHHHHHHHHHH

my art n stuff. \(°w^)/ The cover is by the awesome @HarmonySoul

a detailed, imaginary world that is thought to be more beautiful than it really is. -poems and prose and short stories TW: mentions of suicide/self harm/violence. Please be cautious.

This story is a story based in if Katniss never volunteered to save Prim. Basically the rebellion never happened and you see the story based through the eyes of another. This is also a love story between a tribute girl and a capitol girl.

Why are we here, just to suffer

Xayah Rose DeVore was 22 years old when she became pregnant while still being a virgin. She had no idea how to raise a kid or who the father was for that matter. All it does is mess up her chance to live a normal life anymore, or does it?

It was a rush of hatred mixed with sarcasm that killed her. One bullet to her chest and then another and another, until she slouched her way down to the floor, covering the white walkways with red. Her now leaving me in a cold trance at the tiny framed friend of mine on the floor, well that is until I looked up to the barrel of the gun pointing at me now. My heart clenching together underneath my skin, pulse raising as I attempt to make sense out of all this, and the brief illusion of a shadow on the wall behind her, all tease me when I’m trying to think if this is all true. That’s when it happens; his dark hair flowing in his eyes from his lack of going to the hair cutter and his violet eyes deepening the stare between the two of us. Don’t shoot! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill him. My thoughts scream at me, making my line of concentration grow slimmer with each word. Tears begun to fill the bottom of my eyes, my throat closing to the full extent, my ever so calm hands were trembling at my hips and the requirement of breath vanish from my lungs. His hands run out to calm this girl, speaking softly and letting her know that it will be alright if she simply lets us go. And just as she starts to give in to his pervasive act, the fire alarm sets off, sending her in a protective fury of gunshots. Hitting him dead on. Felt like a bullet to my heart.

𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 ------- 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙖, 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚.