Noname Stories

A study on how love can be beautiful and shimmering one second and destructive and like blank space the other.

Eren didn't hate the band Nø Name or despise it, he just didn't like the band period. But when he gets a chance to meet the band the tables flip and the lead singer Levi Ackerman soon begins to fall heads down for him. Eren decides to play hard to get, but later learns it was all an act. "I'm not gonna let this crush just crush me, I'm not gonna run cuz you don't know me you don't own me. You don't own me."

Anything.

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Ishte e shtune,nga ato te shtunat e zakonshme ku mengjesi fillon me nje kafe dhe nje pakete cigare.Ulem diku dhe filloj mendoj sesi ishte mbremja e djeshme.Them me vete se ka qene nga ato mbremjet qe as ne telenovela nuk mund te xhirohen pasi jane vertete te veshtira per tu realizuar.Sa here kujtoj sesi u futa ne shtepine tende pas ores 00:30 kur ne dhomen ngjitur ishin prinderit e tu dhe ne dhomen tjeter ne me vjen te qesh embelsisht dhe te mendoj se jemi te cmendur.E vleresoj guximin tend per te dale e per te me hapur deren e shtepise pasi kaperceva murin e lart sa per pak nuk rash me koke e te vdisja ne vend.Pasi hyme brenda ne dhome dhe filluam te perqafoheshim si te cmendur pasi kishim qe ne fund te shkolles qe nuk takoheshim ,na vinin ndermend te gjitha budalliqet,zenkat,dhe cdo gje tjeter qe kishim bere.Pasi kaluan 3 ore dhe une duhet te ikja ,shpirti nuk na ndahej..por gjithsesi une duhet te ikja por per tu kther prape per disa kohe dhe perseri do te vertitesha nga muri.

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Some times its better to not have names, why name something that everyone can relate to? Why give it a particular label? This collection of short stories will not contain any names. If the necessity persists then a letter will be allotted to the characters. So feel free to name these characters and comment if you can relate to the fictatious characters being written about. This is a collection of one part stories, sometimes having connections and sometimes they are poles apart.

A story of a child growing up in the streets of LA dealing with the difficulties of his parents divorce to becoming a man at a young age.

This is something I sat down and wrote largely because I just needed to vent and get my feelings out. The hardest part about this is that everything in this story is true. This is my experience and my story with someone who was for a long time the most important person in my life. IMPORTANT EDIT I've kinda been coming back to this and just adding updates about my life. It's almost like a diary in a way but not exactly. Largely when I've come here and posted updates it's because I've needed to let something out. To vent frustration or to get my jumbled thoughts out on paper (or in text) just to straighten them out. I don't know how many updates I will post or if I will keep them up in the future but for the time being they are there. I hope you find something in reading them if you take them time if not I totally get it. This is something I'm doing for myself and my wellbeing not for anyone else to benefit from. But if someone reads something that helps them or they relate to maybe it was worth sharing.

Just a short story

" a story with no name , will you read it? " SHORT STORY (COMPLETED ) ; A 3am thought.

a demon in 10-15 age is gone a the tough. read off of what she wrote in her journal. complete and original.

A love lost can hurt anyone, its not always easy to fight against the tide of emotions. Especially not when the ocean calls your name. A short story about a woman finding her way back into her lovers arms.

Don't read this story, this is another of my random storys

In the world that no one knows, a young girl with no name is sent to kill a dragon... but will she?

she moves to l.a. to find a new passion. but she ends up finding more than just a career.

This is for random & I am bored so ye.

Its about a girl that wandered about a house on a hill top . The house was big and only one room of the house was on every night. She thought she was being watched by the person who lived their .

"What's your name? " he asked while watching her drawing a cute little candy shop. "I can't give my name to some stranger I just met, can I?" she grinned.