Buss Stories

A poem of a boy who can't seem to get out of his own head. Restless, overwhelmed, and afraid he has become of his own thoughts that it consumes him from seeing the outside world. Hopefully one day he finds his way home.

This book is a amazing depiction of a girl running away and depicting, mental health, and the the hard struggle of running Away from her parents/family

I love home alone and thought about making A next generation

bruh this nigga sherlock wild lmao

Just a super short story

Ah hem... Piss

Sammy B Oneshots Ft. Kpop idols Also ft. Angel (I'm too lazy to come up with anything else.)

See jutt räägib Puškinist, kes läheb Euroopasse reisile. Ta seikleb. Ekstreemselt. Palun lugege, see on väärt kogemus kogeda seda, mida Puškin. Ta on reisija-Puškin. Kas pole tore? See pole tegelikult päris.

I was in school during a english lesson... Suddently I put my hand in my pocket and my buss card was gone, I told my teacher that I had to go away and that I would tell you why afterwards. He let me go. I ran to my locker, opened it real quick, And was hoping to see my buss card there. if not i had to pay 99 bucks for a new card... But I didnt have the money... When I looked through my locker I didnt see a buss card... I was really sad at that moment... I went back to the english lesson, the door was locked. So I had to wait for a while... But my friend was here with me... He talked during the lesson and my teacher told him to wait outside. Suddently i see the door open, i standed up and I was ready to go in there and talk with my teacher. But I saw my friend hold my buss card, I went to him and gave him a big man hug. I asked him where he found it. And he said that i gave it to my other friend, But then i started to remember, "WTF" I yelled with a small smile on.

I was too lazy to apologise to my friends for stalking them for seven months. I am too lazy for writing a good description of this story. But I did write a weird story about a woman daydreaming on a bus. Read it now. I am very proud of it. Not.

Mr. Follow

I am seventeen, I haven't spoken to anyone for twelve years, until today, to only one. I feel as though I may be going insane as my mother did. I have a very light case of; CIPA, in witch I can't feel very much pain at all.