Callout Stories

as the title says.

A call out post for my ex-friend.

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Dumbasses

i hope this helps you just a few letters that i wote a long time ago.

I've come to make an announcement, -Aurele is a bitch ass motherfucker, she helped spread misinformation, that's right, she took her commenting ability and said false shit, and she refused to take criticism, and I said that's disgusting so she blocked me, so I am making a callout post on my Wattpad dot com, -Aurele and -Cecelia, your IQ is small, smaller than the numbers of chapters in this "book" except way smaller . And guess what, this is what facts and logic look like! <krashboom> that's right baby, no more strawman arguments, no more babying around, no more being nice! Look at that, it looks like an actual argument not made by toddlers who block me after continuing a debate! She fucked me over with anxiety, so guess what? I'm gonna fuck her over with facts and logic, that's right, this is what you get, a fully fledged argument where you can't block me and make your profile private! except I'm not just gonna hand them that. I'm gonna go higher! I will add actual sources and screenshots! how do you like that Obama? I actually did the right thing, you idiot!!! you have 23 hours to respond and take responsibility before I really go into a deep dive, now get out of my fucking sight or I'll take this up in chat. /ref to that one sonic the hedgehog fandub

Hoooooo boy... I never thought I'd have to post this and yet here we are. I'm posting this to protect other people on Wattpad, Discord, and Twitter. I don't want a bunch of hate comments please. This needs to be shared.

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People who fucked up

narrations based on situations life has given to me time and time again, do we ever learn from our mistakes? or just let them take over? 'words left for you' is poetic narrative text, initialled with who each poem is meant to be heard by, though it never will be heard by anyone intended, but you. intended lowercase* #85 questioning [1.2.23]

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Alysa is in love for the first time in her life. Neglected by people all a life, she finally found someone who love her the way she liked, and yet James was not the man she wanted him to be. He is someone that she fell in love with, with shared love for books and poetry. But James, who treats her better than anyone else, looks after her, cares for her, loves someone else. Unaware when she fell for him, obsessed, she finds that he loves his best friend Clara. Clara is the nicest person she knows, and she cannot help herself but find her friendship soothing. The truth is that, despite being nice, she cannot help but resent Clara, but is it not true that the nicest of things come with a catch, ever armor has a clink, and today when the lacerations turn into scars, that is when the truth comes to light. James who loves her, but not fully. Cannot live with her and cannot without, James and Alysa have a weird Dynamic. One that thrills him, excites her. Alysa knows the truth though. She know he will never be hers. But why does her heart yearn for him. She prays for him, begs for him from the Gods. His words pierce her like a knife, yet the pain gives her gratification, she savors it. What happens ultimately? Will Alysa find her love, will Clara end up with James, what happens forms the crux of the story/