Stopgenderroles Stories

"fate breathed her last breath as destiny rose to take the throne." great stories told in a few words. ** this story is completely written in lowercase, so please don't bother me about grammer. i know how to write. the lowercase in this book is intended. if you still feel bothered, the exit door is to your left. bai. #883 in short story Copyright2015 by @tinymacee

this is how it starts ✨ "you're a walking cliche, did you know that?" "oh yeah, well you're...asian." "what?" "you know!" ✨ extended summary inside

❝-paint me like one of your french girls.❞ - where a bored college student interrupts an art class for the fun of it. [ @2seoks story idea ]

"Do you take the dare?" A series of (short) interactions between personified genres. It's not as geeky as it sounds. "Yes." __________________________ Spinoff to "Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover!" Absolutely random, read at your own risk. Certain characters have bad habits of heavy cussing. Don't look at me-it's all them. Short chapters, random scenarios, all par for the course. #BreakStereotypes #DiverseLit #HelpFightCliches #JustBeYourself #lgbt #ProjectBeYOUtiful #SeizeTheLove #stoplabeling #StopDefiningMe #StopGenderRoles #talkthepoc #weareteenqueens ©2016, NevermoreNeverHere (Cover made by me. Pic not mine. Font is Sex Pistols, a dripping marker, and Hanging Letters.)

[A Featured Wattpad Story // highest ranking: #8] He fell for her too soon. She fell for him too late. - Whereas you will only find their love through words only, for actions aren't told.

"I'm not star-crossed. Not unless you cross me." Ro is a Montague who killed her father to inherit the drug-running business and their considerable stash of bio-tech. Jules is the heir to the Capulet Casino and the single rose of the blood-stained, rotting streets of New Verona who wants to escape their captive world. But will the rose smell as sweet if Ro steals them away? *** Two crime lords, both alike in villainy, In New Verona, where we lay our scene, From older murder leads to new misery, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From the delinquencies of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd felons take their fight; Whose misadventured bio-tech overthrows Do with much death bury their parents' might. Let the tech war into brothels, casinos, and fatal masquerades, And in the shadows of the city's cruel rage, Aside from their vendetta's end, nothing could remove, Turn now your consciences from this page; The which if you, with patient eyes attend, The past is gone, this dark future we must end.

hate is such a weak word. i abhor him. - where an optimistic fluff ball accidentally snapchats a pessimistic bar tender.

tie-dye (tī′dī′) : the process of using colored dyes to make a white shirt funky fresh

In which a wolf learns why she was always unable to imprint until she meets Edward Cullen's last and more charming sister. [ eclipse - breaking dawn ] EXCHANGE - [ © 2017 | leia universe ]

Everybody has a quote that can describe a situation in their life. Rankings: > #68 in poetry

"Only the Strong Survive Boxing Academy" ~~~ Laelia is not one for words. With uncontrollable anger, her fists are almost always the ones to do the talking. But when her fists are finally able to get her into too much trouble, off she goes to a disciplinary school. Boxing Academy. An academy for those who don't mind breaking the rules. Hot prodigy Major West has had a lifetime of strict rules and military living. Not wanting to commit to a military school, Major took the easy way and fought his way to the top of Boxing Academy. But in his final year, reining as the #1 boxing champion isn't on his mind. And Laelia likes a challenge, especially one who has a figure that looks like its been carved from stone and a voice as deep and mellow as a daring strong bowed orchestra. Music to her ears. ｡o°✥✤✣ 　　 ✣✤✥°o｡ Started - April 2016 Ended - N/A #420 in Teen Fiction 4/15/16 #1 in likeagirl 4/3/19 #86 in boxing 8/5/19

"c-can i buy you a drink?" "no, but you can buy me a triple cheese burger." - where an anxiety-suffering, shy boy meets a confident party chick.

ON HOLD Rowan Nyx liked to play with fire. She ran towards the fire so others wouldn't have to. That's just who she was. She would always put others before herself. Danger and risk was what she lived for and she couldn't imagine it any other way. Growing up in the glades she was always faced with danger. But she managed. She had a happy childhood and things seemed to be improving in Starling City's worst area. Until the 1% decided to give up on them. Everything spiraled out of control and the fires that Rowan was once fascinated and drawn to -- burned her beyond repair. But from the ashes the Phoenix rose. And Rowan would never shy away from the fire again. Rowan liked to play with fire But Barry was lightning. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Flash or Arrow; all rights go to CW and DC comics! I however own Rowan and all her separate plot lines and other original characters.

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Seventeen-year-old Jeffrie Fortune is having a crappy winter break. First, there's the court hearing for beating up the guy that kissed her girlfriend a month prior. And then there's the whole issue of said girlfriend. But things quickly go from dramatic to dangerous when a stranger comes to town. Dressed in a top hat and donning a cane, the man with luminescent grey eyes is always wherever Jeffrie is. At the courthouse, outside her girlfriend's, and even at work. But when she finally demands he stop stalking her "like a creep," her crappy break is knocked on its ass. The man is Mr. Midnight, the Voice of Death. And he's here for her. However, Jeffrie soon learns Mr. Midnight isn't here for her soul. He's here to enlist her as a Death Agent - whatever the Hell that is. As she tries to not-so-politely refuse, Jeffrie discovers the ultimate truth: No one can deny Death forever.

"Farzaneh..." I pull her to me, flinching when my sleeve rolls back, her eyes drawn to the markings. On my bare skin's a map revealing a different tattoo, one for every person I killed. I hate looking at the running tally of tattoos on my body. It reminds me of how many I've murdered. Reminds me I'm a human with a death goddess. My hakama, the color blue, blends into the folds of the red cloak around her, the effect like fire and ice. I bat my lashes, flex my muscles, all wiry from climbing the rigging when I get bored. "I'm just a boy." The look on her face is cruel. It reminds me why those chains are on her wrists. We're both cursed. Dark fantasy PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN with an LGBT+-ensemble *** Trans Captain Lucky Dice's enemies know him as a gambler, playing a game with a cursed set of dice that kills the losers instantly. The only person unaffected is Lucky, who's said to have sold his soul to the Rahasian goddess of death to get the dice to kill everyone but himself. But now, on his eighteenth birthday, the goddess of death calls on him to return the favor. The Divine princess, Kaliya, is trapped in the body of an all-devouring serpent, cursed by the Witch Goddess, the Matriarch of Truth, to weaken and murder her own godly parents. The gods are dying. And the world is truly ending if a pirate, a cursed witch, a vengeful warrior, and a con artist have to save it. (UPDATES DAILY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved. HIGHEST RANKING: #245 in Fantasy on April 21, 2018. #31 Mythology on May 27, 2018. #59 Gender Fluid Sub-Category on May 8, 2018. #22 in Journey on May 27, 2018. *** COVER CREDIT: PrinceOfRedroses and Rinmaru (further details inside)