Nomeansno Stories

My name is Terri. I'm a 22 year old senior in college. I have managed to get away from my rapist. All I can remember is running with a limp down an empty street. I pulled my torn T-shirt onto my shivering body. I wiped the dripping liquid off of my legs, I assumed it was blood considering what had just happened to me. I was surrounded by trees. I stood in the middle of the road. I searched for street lights, head lights, any type of lights to help guide my way, but only darkness. I ran as fast as I could while still holding my clothes in place. I took as little breaths as possible. I didn't want him to hear me, I didn't want him to find me, I didn't want him to catch me. I could feel my heart racing; it was loud and fast. I heard the sound of a loud truck behind me. I knew the sound of that truck was familiar. It was HIM! I saw the beaming lights from the truck. I ran as fast as I could. I refused to look forward instead I ran looking backwards until suddenly I was running anymore. I felt myself falling and then suddenly everything went dark. I intend to get my memory back ! The question isn't Will I find him But what will I do when I find ?

this is just a really bad story

Fourteen year old Kacey Vargas met seventeen year old Ryder Mitchell on one of those borderline days: in the first week of September, when the sun is locked in a battle with the wind for summer's last breath. She thought he was dangerous, he thought she was beautifully innocent, and Kacey believed that the rest would be history. But soon, fall winds started to blow across their relationship and Ryder started to change. He trapped her, he suffocated her in cigarette smoke, he knocked her down like a tree in a thunderstorm. Why? Because Ryder knew that the moment she saw autumn colors, she would decide to break free from his grasp.

It's about bad company.

Short story about the first time having sex

When Wyatt is told he can't have something, that makes him want it even more. Especially when it comes to girls. Wyatt, Charlotte and Amalie were best friends until a love interest began. Can Wyatt learn to keep his eyes off of Charlotte or will the friendship be destroyed. Based on a true story.

The story depicts the life of a woman who is the CEO of a leading game company. What happens when she gets raped and comes to know about the person who raped her?Read on to fimd how she gets revenge

In which the author explains why, exactly, William Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew" is not a comedy and is, in fact, a tragedy that openly displays domestic abuse. POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: Discussion of domestic abuse, emotional abuse, gas lighting, and lack of consent in non-sexual situations. If you think I missed one, let me know. Written for my Grade Twelve English assignment, and given full marks.

Troubled by her past, Nonkululeko Zulu leaves her small town for the big city to go to university. But university is a place where, for one with her luck, danger lurks around every corner. Disclaimer: this book has a lot of Zulu (the language I speak) in it. There are translations almost every chapter though. If you are a really sensitive person, I highly advise you not to read this book. You'll cry your lungs out. Happy reading!! :-)

To be honest this is just a relatable rant about the oppression of school dress codes against women.

On the Coast of Winmore, Washington, hidden deep in the woods is West Cove Academy, a school where excellence is the only exception and Imperfection is grounds for expulsion. From the outside, It's the most Elite school in the country, but the school's perfection is a ghostly facade compared to the darkness that inhabits the students within. So when Bianca Montez never returns home for summer break, after sending her sister a cryptic message, Rosalie and Rhett Montez decide to gain admission in hopes of finding their sister only to find something much more sinister at work. They quickly learn that perfection is imperfection, and acceptance really is to die for. . . TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! IF you enjoy this story don't forget to vote and comment!!! :)) © Copyrighted by Carmel Coffee 2015. All rights reserved.

1.) El has been asked out by Dean 3 times a day for months. Every time she has said no. When Dean tells her first period that if she says no he'll shoot up the school in third, she doesn't believe the common liar. Third period rolls around, and all hell breaks loose. When it's all over, people blame El for the shooting.

Here are real stories from real victims. Message me if you want your story shared.

A girl who is raped and can't find out why her words weren't enough to stop it.

hello, this is a story on what ive gone through growing up and i wanted to share it aswell so others can understand and stick up for what's wrong. this is based on true events and only for educational purposes, thanks. TRIGGERS THROUGHOUT STORY ;; s3xu@l assault , s3xu@l mention , s3xu@l trauma , @bus3 COVER CREDITS ;; drawn by me

Stand against rape. Stand with choice.

TRIGGER WARNING sexual assault a poem about something that's been bugging me.

A young girl walking home . How would she know that this was the last day of her life ? How couldn't she trust a police officer , who is supossed to protect her? The tragic story of Sarah Everard , another victim of rape.

This powerful poem challenges the double standards placed on girls and women while boys and men are often given more freedom. It questions the harmful excuse, "What were you wearing?" and reminds us that clothing is never an invitation to stare, harass, or disrespect someone. The poem also calls on mothers and families to teach boys about respect, boundaries, self-control, and consent-not just teach girls how to cover their bodies. Why should boys be allowed to walk shirtless while girls are told they cannot wear shorts? Why are girls taught to change their clothes because men are looking, instead of teaching men to control their behavior? This is a call for parents, especially mothers, to raise boys who understand that a woman's body is not public property and that respect should never depend on what she wears. Our clothes are not consent. Our bodies are not invitations. Respect should have no dress code.