Livid Stories

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Just some little sad stories or poetry here and there.

"NO!!", I screamed at him as he turned and started walking away. "What did you just say?", He said as he turned around slowly as if he didn't just hear me right. "I said no", I spoke defiantly. I've had it. I can't take it anymore, I need to stick up for myself. My face turned to the right suddenly and my cheek stinged. I looked at him in shock with my hand nursing my scorching cheek as tears surfaced to my eyes and fell down my cheeks. He's never put his hands on me and yet he just slapped me. I fell to the ground with a loud thud as I was pushed. I began sobbing as his foot made contact with my stomach. The wind was knocked out of me and just as I caught my breath more kicks were thrown at my stomach. I curled up on the floor as I tried to protect myself while sobbing but it didn't really help. With each kick I heard distant yells. He was yelling at me but I couldn't hear what exactly he was saying. It was like his voice was drowned out by water. He picked me up by my hair and turned my face to look at him. His eyes were black with rage and pure hatred was all over his hard face. I just don't get it, if he hates me so much why not just let me go? Michelle has had enough and she needs to find a way out of the life she was forced into. She wants her freedom and she won't give up until she has it.

Jenny Markings isn't a fool when it comes to love...that was until she discovered she had buried feelings for her brother's best friend, Aaron Shadows. Aaron is known as the Bad Boy from the wrong side of the tracks. A player. They've known each other since she was five and haven't been separated since. Come to find out, he's had a small crush on her himself, and her brother, Hayden, already knows about this small crush. Once a new guy, Kale, walks into Jenny's life, Aaron realizes his feelings were deeper than a fling. Only one trip to the lake house will reveal true feelings and secrets... ***This is one of my first stories, so it's very amateur and not really thought out. And it's not edited, so read at your risk. I get annoyed with myself when I read this, haha. Thanks for reading though!

alone with myself...gotta love it...

I am livid and here's why.

I'm Hailey. Hailey Benson and I'm 6 years old and my mommy is the coolest person in the world and when I'm older I'm going to be just like her... Amazing LIVID... for now

Mop is a girl who struggles with telling reality from fantasy. Follow the story as she does her best to find her way through her dysfunctional life.

A man is thrown in a hole and he has to find out who he is and what's going on.

The Parting of Shadows is now split into three parts - Part one: Livid's past is a complete mystery. She was found at night in the warm sands of the great desert. Only a newborn, she was thought to be dreadfully ill because of her total lack of color. Her skin was as pale as snow, and even her blood was dark-gray in color. She now lives the solitary life of a shepherdess on the edge of the very desert where she was found some nineteen years earlier. In this environment, Livid has learned to take care of herself, and she fears nothing . . . Nothing, that is, except water! Living in the driest place on the world of Riven, she knows very little of this strange fluid, but seas of water haunt her dreams, and thus she fears it with debilitating terror. Meanwhile, far to the west, a bard named Curesoon has been seeking to find his family. Thus engaged, he steps into the shadows of the black bog Miremurk, and unknowingly embarks upon an adventure that will draw in many, including even the gray-maiden named Livid. You can buy your own copy of Jason's book at www.lulu.com/curesoon

i write. © 2016 | odists [ highest rank #1 in poetry 19/6/16 ]

A 14 year old girl wished for nothing more than to be adopted by a family before Christmas her biggest dream came true until her worst nightmare became reality..

"You're like my own personal brand of meth.." "Quoting twilight on me ,really? You could do better than that" "Come on! Your name is Meth!" _____. "Damn right I'm pretty! I prefer the term handsome though" " I said petty." _____. "Are we lost?" "Nope I'm sure the best route to freedom is this way" "Where are we going then?" "Hell probably" "Didn't we just get out of school?" "Well then , I could take you to heaven but I feel like you'd file for a restraining order " "Wow, my knight in shining armor " "Don't sound so excited babe, I'm starting to think that you've got a crush on me " "Keep dreaming " " Of you? I was going to anyway but now that I've got your permission ..."

{ One bed...and it's haunted } ~ warning : The following material is drawn off real life encounters & events. This is a story of fear, fever, and the strange moments when reality trembles just beyond grasp. #witwcontest 《 wattpad short story contest 》

"I caution you, once the fire takes captive the first stick, in only a heartbeat the whole forest is consumed by unrelenting flame." -Anger

I'm beautiful, I'm rich; I'm every guy's dream. In other words, I am perfect and I'm not afraid to flaunt it. But that's only what they tell me. I can't remember anything after the accident. I lost every memory I ever made, every thought I ever had. I was in a coma for five months and when I finally awoke in that sickeningly white hospital, no one would tell me anything; not even the black haired boy that scrambled to find a nurse as I moved for the first time in almost half a year. No one will give me the whole story and no one will tell me the truth. But I'm determined to figure it out because it's my life and I need to know who I was before the crash. The only problem: I don't know if I want to.

A collection of poems I have written dated from high school to present. A lot of these are controversial writings, pieces that are too sensitive for today's society, for many to grasp and carry. Some of these are extremely personal and real life writings. I'm a living book, and I'm ready for you to turn the page.