Deepshit Stories

trigger warning. none of these are mine, unless stated so.

Things I can't say normally. I'm not a trusting person and I believe my words show that.

Just some poetry. Some deep personal shit. Not really for everyone. Just for me. This is my choice of therapy.

a deer? an Elk? is it dead? what is it? I just wanted to go for a simple walk in the forest by my house, why did I have to run for my life, why did I not want to be seen again after what happened? whats wrong with me? Why do I keep on getting these nighmares? what happend to me and my bestfriend matt

I just make comments about life And rant Yeah, not much to see here

Some deep shit I'm into *poetry*

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Selection of Poems I wrote because that's the only way to get to my mind

Because ya'll haven't heard from me in ages

something i wrote a while back for my lit club.

Let's read some poems together. Together let's get through our pains. -Lots of love, Deborah

This is a book if your interested what I write full of stuff that I write when I'm told to write in L.A. Class sooooo here you go👍🏼

Diana, a Junior in highschool finds her life turned upside down when she meets a strange boy that calls himself Don on the streets while walking home. Everything that she was taught in church in going to be shown to her in a different light by this strange boy that she feels so close to. Causing her to make a choice between to stay with her family or help Don and the others with their plan to rebel. What will she choose? (Includes contrary beliefs and ideas about the Christian religion and belief in god, this story is not meant to be taken offensively the ideas of the religion are just flipped to a different perspective ~just thought I should give a warning~)

Depression is a fickle thing isn't it. I promise you're not alone and you're not the only one.

sing me the melody of yesterday's grieving. [tokyo ghoul]

These are just poems I've written myself.

This story features: fat ferdie, snadwich, mrs obesity and mrs coochie! And some others!

Isabella is a professional dancer. She's had everything she has ever wanted everything set up to live her life style and be the best ,but what happens when everything changes and it isn't all about Isabella anymore?

I love you I really do but do you love me is the only clue...

"I can't dude..." Charlie mumbled through his sleeves. "Why not?! I mean it's-" "Because! Nash!" Charlie's head shot up. "Jamison Roy is a self-centered jock! Who has never had to work for anything in his life!" "Yeah but-" Nash tried. "And he's probably only into fake ass chicks, caked in makeup with fake breast!" Charlie exclaimed, throwing his head back over his knees and moaning in agony. Charlie knew he was being over dramatic, he just couldn't help it sometimes. "Oh, come on man!" Nash laughed rubbing Charlies back. "It's true!" Charlie pouted. "Yeah... Well, it's ok to have an impossible crush sometimes!" Nash shrugged "I guess..." Charlie whined. Charlie would soon find out that he has never been more wrong in his life on his views of the kid called Soldier boy... (NOT YET COMPLETE) Sidenote: THERE WILL BE GORE IN THIS STORY If you are squeamish or not into these things then you don't have to read these parts, I will have a disclaimer at the beginning of the chapter if it has it. Or I would suggest not reading this story at all. -Your loving Tobes