Bridges Stories

Ona ma ataki paniki, a on ataki agresji.

These are stories or shorts that I've wrote by myself. They've come from my brain in the depths of the night. My friends said I was pretty good, so of you could check them out that'd be great!

A girl in a faded blue dress, a boy with a ripped backpack, a vandalized bridge in Central Park. But most importantly, a dream. A single dream born from behind deep grey eyes, a dream strong enough to withstand the rain, the snow, the wind.

in these scattered love poems and unsent letters may you find the pieces you have lost -M.R c. 2016

❝all i can think of is what i did, and what happened, and how it's all my fault.❞ ⋙ in which a girl with a mental disorder learns to trust herself again, with the help of the boy across the street.

You're not Norman Reedus but you do have a fetus. I do not own death stranding. death stranding is owned by kojima productions. Note the story is still being edited.

Mandy Maestro is a sulky 25 year old, who eats cheerios for lunch and wishes to scare the pants off (maybe literally) people one day. Mandy has a tendency to mess things up quite often, lose her temper and get into hilarious (yet terribly relatable) situations. May or may not be taken from real experiences of the author.

A New-yorker, after suffering a tragedy in his life goes to London to find his story and histories steps on a whim. He finds someone unexpectedly to join him in the journey. She has her own reasons to leave her life in snowy Finland. Join these two walking steps of history. Thank you to my Finnish friend for your assist and banter.

"The first time we ever kissed, one kiss, I was hooked. Addicted to you." ♡ Lausyn Grace McBride, a regular shy 15 year old, meets her "husband" at a local gas station but she didn't recognize the one and only, Jonas Bridges. But will their relationship last with all the hate from the fans or will he keep her a secret? Read and find out! (I wrote this when I was like 12 so it's kinda cringy) {Read at your own risk} Started- July 2, 2016 Completed- September 30, 2017 {#1 in jonas bridges!!!💛}

𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖆

"You kept going." "I wanted to." Trigger warnings (some not really): implied sexism, death, a little too much of sad but hopeful feels, cigarettes, swearing, vagueness, character assassination A short story I've been meaning to publish elsewhere but never got to. Written ages ago. Word count: 5.9K

bridges are metaphors. how seriously you take them is up to you, and only you. you could walk across, you could run across, and it wouldnt matter as long as you got to other side.

I worte this as a school project. Hope you enjoy. This is a tale about a recipie for disaster.

A poem in considering submitting for a scholarship. Please give feedback!

The story of the past life of me. The life that may change the way you see things. The past is a story we tell our self's and maybe others to become better than our past. This is the story of all the troubles of a teenager, homeless, lost, depressed, broken ; burning all the bridges we made.

I jumped off a bridge for a boy. You'll never guess which one. ~ Note for those who know me in real life: Indeed, this is based on a true story. In fact, it's partially based on mine. Not to worry- I don't plan on jumping off a bridge anytime soon. Also, don't go around trying to figure out who these characters represent in my life (not all of them do anyway)- all their names and personalities have been changed.