Obviously Stories

„not really sure what it is except for that it's really good. you should read it." -new york times „the author is a big fan of mine, i think that implies that this story is amazing." -taylor swift

"I guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man," A crack fic heavily inspired by two guys in my school. Purely for shits and giggles<333

" but honestly, I've never had much sympathy cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me. " ༊*·˚ or, a seemingly apathetic boy finds comfort in the presence of dustin henderson.

Builled and beaten, stood on and kicked. Is that all my life is going to lead to? I guess my name really does mean what I am... My name is Matt and I think I have a lot in common with it.

Just little things I'm up to

Ocean is a wannabe extrovert.

This is a brand new one I wrote yesterday, that I thought I'd share. It's dedicated to anyone who's had a rubbish day or has felt low for a while. It hit me that life is full of little moments of pure joy, small nuggets of miracle, innocence and fun. They're in the moments that pass us by, we overlook, take for granted, forget about. But they are there. As much as I love films, social media, computer games, books, songs etc as much as the next person, sometimes- to really feel positive and happy again-we need to focus and truly be mindful of what life blesses us with- instead of concentrating on the curve-balls it throws us.

uhn ignore the cover

This is a rabid book of annoyingly obvious facts that you never thought to think

If you want to read a narrative that is different to others here you go...

I love myself

'I can't explain ' ~ A poem reflecting feeling broken. Inspired by my favourite song. A poem about a girl who will never find true love; because men continue to hurt her. And don't understand why/how they've hurt her. She cant make them understand; (some of these should be obvious not to do) so she's torn between being treated poorly forever, or spending her life alone. Song to suit this poem if you're being depressing : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYZjsVO1YFk

"This is not another song about love!" ------------------------------------------------ "But...I love you Yoongi Oppa!" I sobbed "Too bad I don't." he sneered and turned his heel and walked off leaving me there all vulnerable.

It's another one of those stories where nico goes to hogwarts. I noticed that in many stories the golden trio are shown in a bad light. That's not gonna happen here. I love the HP books. Also there may be some boyxboy and girlxgirl ships here. Also, this is my first ever story on wattpad, so please bear with me. I am from India ,therefore I have no idea how things are done in England or America. Forgive me for any mistakes please. (P.S. This will be a Drarry story.) Also, I've recently added bonus inserts, which are like oneshots because, well...you know, writer's block and all. So enjoy, and have a nice day.

Ezio has always been different, so different that people don’t believe that he’s related to his family. Even Ezio doubts that he’s their biological son. His grey hair and mismatched eyes turns others away. Also dealing with amnesia, he doesn’t remember much about his childhood. Ezio’s mind is often overwhelmed with vivid dreams, or more accurately, nightmares. He doesn’t confide in anyone about these “dreams” because he is afraid that he’ll be shipped off to an asylum, never to see the light of day again. His world is turned upside down when he receives a mysterious package containing several items, including a jigsaw puzzle. The next day at school, something unexpected happens. Ezio meets a girl named Violet and can’t help but feel intensely drawn to her. With her help, they solve the puzzle, but all it does is raise more unanswered questions. Will Ezio pick up the missing puzzle pieces and finally see the “big picture”? So now it is time to disassemble the parts of the jigsaw puzzle or to piece another one together, for I find that, having come to the end of my story, my life is just beginning. §Conrad Veidt§

The different numbers are the people that they are to. If a number repeats, then the letter is to the same person I need to get some things off my chest.

Is this my thing now?