Historias de Tripped

tripping acid took a wrong turn for this couple. Romantic, tragic, and beautiful, this story will bring tears to your eyes.

Does it really fuckin matter

its very good yes u must read it its so good ur gonna kill yourself yes very nice please read this masterpiece thanks

Awkward , funny & embarrassing moments that have happened to many ! Or just me...... Enjoy! Cover -by me- Cover photo from weheartit Photo of @Liza Koshy// Jet

The boys discover a new world by using drugs and tripping the fuck out. Then they do stuff that the boys would never do. Hope you enjoy the story!👌🏻🐢 (NOT SEXUAL)

Deadman’s Bust takes readers on a wild ride from the laidback pot-growing counterculture of Humboldt County and into the harsh world of drug traffickers, Colombian cartels, and corrupt DEA agents. When Mike and his brother John’s growing operation is violently busted by the Feds, John is hauled away while Mike, hiding under the house, escapes. Later, when he tries to make sense of the bust, he finds that things don’t add up. Although looking like DEA agents, the men sounded more like thieves. And where have they taken John? Mike’s determination to save his brother leads him through unfamiliar and violent territory on a journey filled with unexpected twists and turns.

Everything I write that isn't for them. © 2018 mantisshrinp

Here is a collection of poems I've written over time. Nothing much, just some stuff to keep you entertained. Enjoy.🙂

Dosing off.. soon waking up into a sick twisted world that makes no sense. The town that is called home is different but at the sometime... the same. There is people everywhere that are familiar but not sure from where. The world becomes even more familiar as the journey goes but ends..

John is a man who cant stand his job. His house is too close to the Chicago railways that it shakes the lamps off the nightstands. Recently he lost his last living relative, his grandmother who lived in Seattle. His only salvation is his new neighbor. What adventures could ensue?

In the poem, “Friday Night”, I hope to reflect a small but significant part of today’s culture - the typical rebellious teenager. Stereotyped as angst-ridden, depressed, experimenting with alcohol and drugs and disrespectful of authority. These teenagers all aim to be unique but end up trapped in the same routine of rebellion. Teenagers of today are dependent on Facebook and texting to organise their social lives, so it had to play a big part in my poem. I chose the genre of poem because it ties in with today’s methods of abbreviating everything through texting and how on Facebook people always state their feelings in a melodramatic way (e.g Alone, Alone….). I wrote “Friday Night” hoping to express teenage rebellion in society in the 21st Century. The poem focuses on how teenagers today are filled with a desire to be accepted, to be popular and cool, through flouting rules with complete disregard for the consequences, in this case, by sneaking out, partying and taking drugs. I incorporated the use of text language to reflect the cultural importance of Facebook and mobile phones, the fact that they are consuming teenager’s lives. During this poem, the reader follows the character’s feelings which range from boredom and rebellion to excitement, euphoria, paranoia and desperation as she reverts back to being just a child, scared, lost and needing her mother. On completion, I find that I think it would be very interesting to re-write this poem as a series of typical night Facebook status posts. ”Friday Night” is targeted towards teenage audiences as it covers topics such as peer pressure, underage drinking and naivety.

Victoria dealt with the trauma of death all her life, with her moms neglectfulness. She trust little people and leans on those people when in pain. They worry about her a lot and that annoys her but she soon will have somthing else hit her. Anti-death?

The stimulation hits different when you can't live without it.

we'll dance and we'll play

A young woman/girl got abandoned by her own parents because she had been known for 'lieing' Now her lies surround her, she calls it being trippy and seeing others when they don't exist and soon enough she...

Fortune cookies can be right, no matter how wrong they sound. October and I (Eliza) found this to be humoring upon many occasions—like when she managed to pull a nearly incoherent one out of a sweet yet plain cookie. “Life is a wiggle.” We don’t know what it was supposed to say. But does it really matter? It’s true. :)

poems about nature

Save your friends or let them die? A simple statement. A seemingly simple choice. But sometimes things aren't always what they seem. Can Jimmy ride through the fog of perception to make the right decision? This is a short story (2,000 words) for the #NAcontest Red Door prompt. All rights reserved

The story revolves around the basic fundamentals on how life works and the fundamental significance on what we percieve about it.