Singular Stories

Have you ever had those paranoia symptoms? Read this very carefully.

'For many years I have been the puzzle of existence. A mirage of life itself.' Everyone's born with his own rules. Everyone's their own person. I AM SINGULAR. * * * * * More story details the prologue.

what's on my mind, i've been thinking maybe i could be yours, by the time that we leave come and say hi, i've been dying to meet ya don't leave me hanging like the mona lisa - in which, it starts as a celeb crush but turns into much more !

This is a story about some singular things in a school at the weekend.There were some loud sounds inside the school,Kasia,Yannieand Tina was the students in this school, they want to know the truth of the loud sounds.Last read together!

If you just stumbled open this because you like the Danganronpa series, Welcome! If you are here and have no clue what Danganronpa is, dint worry, I will explain!

Monolids are beautiful, just don't even dream about what you cannot have. All the pictures are mine.

so sue me for looking so pretty tonight wearing your favorite color under the lights for moving on doing everything right - in which, they meet because of her new album !

January 4 One Singular Crowd Isolation among the isolators is replete with metaphor and theme.  Expectation blithers loudly but is drown by the palpable inevitability of the outcome. I pirouette in a room filled with dancers but we do not touch, we just spin near one another full view but little contact.  Yet I hear my heart beating in my ear and know that I am alive.  The flush of neighboring cheeks attests to duplicate conditions there.  We are moving together sometimes in harmony but other times in antipathy, dependant all the same.  We are the army of independent meanings.  Individual cases sharing one slender goal but that’s all that we need. If you can’t find the grape try some jelly. ~ THE BOAT On my ride home from work there's a boat stuck between two trees In the middle of a horse pasture Next to a riverbed so dry it's filled with grass. I think the boat is me. I feel for the boat every time I see it. Turned on edge, waiting for a river which doesn't exist anymore And may never exist again Placed on edge for protection, not comfort. Although having my bottom rot out Well, let's just say, might be more uncomfortable What good will I be even if the river runs again Since I'm fenced in? If my Higher Power has a plan If it includes a river and a fence If I'm in this plan, me, the row boat I just don't see it. Not seeing my purpose in life is a theme in my life Truth is, I don't want to face the fact, I might float away Even though I'm supported by two big trees Even though there is a tall fence around me. Completely in spite of the fact THERE IS NO WATER My Higher Power loves me. I AM THE BOAT Vlog:  http://youtu.be/BXqTSzIuod4 You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault

Sabrina Carpenter x reader stories xx

One shots based of the Album singular act 1 by Sabrina Carpenter

after sabrina fights with her roommate, she's forced to look for a new place to stay. what happens when she finds an add on craigslist's, of two guys, zach and dan, who are looking for a new roommate? | parallel to new girl| [dabrina] *also contains obnoxious sabrina carpenter lyric quotes*

This piece is about the truth people avoid because it makes leaving harder: no one is interchangeable. It explores the difference between replacing a role and replacing a person, and the quiet way presence leaves permanent marks. This isn't comfort - it's recognition.

"What's your name" she asked the boy, walking closer to him. "Name?" his questioned, wondering what she meant. "What are you called? What did your family call you before... you know?" He looked up at the sky, avoiding the piercing gaze of her eyes, "I don't have a name," his words came out slowly, as if he was testing the waters. She smiled sweetly, "Why don't I call you One. Because you've always been alone." He shrugged and turned away, stepping down from the platform and grabbing his backpack, she stood and watched him, un-moving. "Are you coming?" he called out behind him, and she leapt from the platform, following him into the desolate city.

because girls do it better • [in which eric's cousin, Clementine Forman is forced to stay with eric] JACKIE X CLEM

[Kim Taehyung Fanfiction] He is a photographer who captures every remarkable moments. She is an illustrator who also draws portraits of noteworthy people to her life. They met and shared disparate encounters. Will their story becomes a magnificent scenery? Or will only end up to singularity?

SABRINA × URIAH I'm a dirt road in the headlights I'm a mama's boy, I'm a fist fight I kinda give a damn I kinda don't care You see that girl standing right there She loves a small town boy like me She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She loves a small town boy like me She likes my T-shirt She likes my old boots Likes to slow dance to some old school She'll take a full moon over those city nights And I ain't scared to get all up in them bright lights Yeah, I can smooth it out I can stick it up I guess that's why she can't get enough Yeah, I'm her sure thing I'm her go to I'm her rockstar She ain't gon' ever lose She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat Yeah, she loves a small town boy like me. #1 - #singular - 7/12/19 #1- #uriahjustus - 7/12/19 #1- #sarahcarpenter - 7/12/19 #1 - #rowanblanchard - 20/ 06/ 20

Viv is the love of Camden's life.Viv is the only person who's ever truly cared for him. Viv makes Camden's life better.Viv is dead But what if, in another world, Viv's death never happened? What if Camden had a choice about letting Viv go, or being with a different version of her forever? What if finding the love you thought you'd lost, meant giving up everything you've ever known? Would be worth the risk?

Lyrics from every Sabrina Carpenter song ever:)

Gods and Goddesses, Divine beings which hold so much power and energy. But, is it fair? We look up to them, but do they ever lookndown at us? Or above, in a metaphorical matter. But what happens when the Gods and Goddesses come down to Earth? Will they renain in hiding or come out to the world? And what will your role be in this mighty change? The Master or the Slave? The Hero or the Villian? The Hunter or Prayer? It's your decision in Divine Intervention.