Wasted Stories

IDK what I am doing with my life anymore; I feel like I'm going insane. So here is me just dumping out random things in my head that do not have much meaning. Got the idea from my good friend Little.

Life's tough. High School is hell. And falling in love may possibly be the worst of all! Enter Faye Malcolm, a sixteen year old who has been raised in a broken family. She's nearly always broke, her mother is constantly too busy to bat her an eyelash and attending an all girl high school is not exactly a walk in the park. From bullies to social standing and cliques, Faye's life is pretty tough. The only redeeming aspect of her life is her best friend; Logan Preston. He's her everything from protector to co-conspirator. Faye has the most amazing best friend in the world. The only problem is he has a no good older brother who is nothing but bad news. Ryder Preston is as notorious as Logan is liked. Join Faye as she grows up and matures, learning what to do and how to do all the while trying not to make huge mistakes.

Anxiety causes physical pain as well as emotional pain...

*WARNING! TRIGGERING!* Nora was considered one of the "unpopular" girls at the school, Kingston High School. She didn't have any big brand name clothes, she didn't have any special talents, and she wore glasses, and didn't wear makeup. She kept to herself at school, ignoring the ignorant comments that spewed out of people’s mouths. Only one person got to her, and made her feel terrible; herself. She's only ever wanted to be special, have good times and just not be picked on. Then she started cutting, at first by accident, then she just kept going. Nothing ever felt right until she drug that lifeless blade across her skin, bleeding out her own fears until she felt alive. But nothing could stop her, she was in a prison of her own making, desperately trying to dig out, but wanting to fall under.

America, the pinnacle of freedom and power, has fallen to it's knees... too many are dead and so few unaffected people are alive. March of 2987, the downfall began all of a world superpower began with a program called MUTT, which aimed to create a race of super soldiers. Only three years later, 2990, America is a burning wasteland with no society or government. No one knows if they'll survive. Mutants, savage creatures that kill and infect what few people remain, roam the desolate country. Despite their best efforts, mutants still thrive. They even managed to immigrate to other continents, such as Europe, Africa, Australia, and Japan. Thanks for the help MUTT?

about mental illnesses, love, lust and life.

Alissa Collin is a redhead rocker who tries to survive in LA. She came here to be a rockstar but everything went wrong. Now she gets money by playing bass guitar for the bands but she is not famous because she only plays as a touring or session member. No close friends, no family, no life! She thinks she is dead. But her life will change when she meets a band.

So Jesse falls in love with this prostitute, Arabella, who also introduces him to her drug addicts wasted friends. Oh wait, and Jesse now falls in love with one of Arabella's friends, oops. And yeah you go see what happens next.

Dearest Little Me, this is a reminder to be kind to yourself more than anyone else.

The ones where you gave it your all, The ones you felt that they would be there for you the whole time. But something happened, Or nothing at all. Whatever it was, It caused the relationship to fade. That relationship turned to acquaintances. And then... Strangers.

It's the year of 1982 and Alice's life couldn't be better. With the support from her new boyfriend, Jaie, she can do practically everything she wants. She has the best friends, and her mom is never around. But in the small town, news gets around quite fast. When Alice's mother hears about Jaie and Alice, she isn't happy. How far will Alice's mother go to get Alice to stay away from Jaie? Will one lie ruin the love of Alice and Jaie? Copyright 2011

Arrow Camille use to be such a sweet, innocent, good girl. She was everything a girl wanted to be, and everything a guy wanted in a girl. She was beautiful, clever, and sweet as sugar. She never dated anyone, always waiting for her mate. When she meets him though, he rejects her. Heart broken, and shattered, she leaves. Two years later, she's back, but the girl who use to be innocent isn't so innocent anymore. She's changed. When her Alpha mate, who realized what a big mistake he made, hears of his mate's home coming, he's so excited to beg and grovel for her forgiveness. But when he sees what he's done to her, it's up to him, the one who rejected her, to save her. There's only one looming question... Can he do it?

Eve, has always been the girl with no motivation. Always hiding in the dark. what will become of her future.

21st Century Stella Chen lived a double life. In daytime, she' s a normal Nursing Student. At night, she's the #1 Hostess in Mainland City. Due to unforeseen event, she died in a car crash. Past Stella Finn, concubine born daughter of Marquis Finn is engaged to an Imperial Nephew. She sparked envy to other girls, including her sister. Before her wedding, she caught her fiance and sister in bed which led to her ending her life. Stella Finn died, but Stella Chen survived. The latter became the Fourth Miss of the Marquis family. Stella Finn or Chen, she don't care. What Imperial Nephew? Lets go to the Emperor!

Just a bunch of short stories about young adult fantasies. Please read and vote!

This is a "World war"themed story with a mix of Supernatural,Comedy and Suspense. So sit back,relax,read,and Enjoy :* Introduction: In a galaxy far far away there was a planet called Derp. Derp was ruled by two different factions. "Nomercy" and "Boomtown" They were living happily for more than 69 centuries,but it all ended in a split second...

All Your Love Is Wasted, Well Then Who The Hell Was I? One wasted kiss and Tate Brinley's whole life changed, but she had no one else to blame but herself. She knew he was trouble, she could taste it on his tongue. She knew he was bad, she could feel it in his touch. She knew he was broken, she could see it in his eyes. But she still kissed him, and welcomed him to tear her world apart, and so he did. But worst of all, he tore her apart. Every piece of her, he ripped and broke everything, just so she could understand him. So she would never leave him. And now, all their love is wasted, just like that first kiss.

My name is Lumine. A name that sounds radiant, filled with light-but I feel none of it. I am nothing more than a doll, a puppet dangling from the strings of my parents' suffocating pride. They crafted me into their perfect display piece, parading me like a prize they won rather than a person they raised. Every step I take, every word I utter, every breath I draw-it all feels scripted, rehearsed for their audience. My life is not my own; it's a carefully choreographed performance. My parents are meticulous directors, their eyes sharp and unyielding. They've perfected the art of pretending, of projecting an image of flawless family bliss. Behind closed doors, though, the air is icy. My father's commands echo through the halls like thunder, and my mother's criticisms drip with venom cloaked in sugar. They don't see me as a daughter, only as a mirror to reflect their imagined perfection. I am their legacy, they say, their ticket to admiration and envy. But at what cost? I've forgotten what it feels like to have a dream of my own. Their expectations have choked every flicker of ambition from me, leaving only a hollow shell. I wake up each day, not with hope, but with a crushing sense of inevitability. I know exactly how it will unfold: the forced smiles, the heavy silence when I fail to meet an impossible standard, the cold praise when I do. It's a cycle I can't escape, no matter how much I try. I try to imagine a world where I am free, where I can breathe without the weight of their demands pressing down on my chest. But even that feels futile-like a cruel joke my mind plays on me. How do you fight when you've been drained of the will to even lift your head? The strings tighten around me with every passing day, and I am too tired to resist. My life, my choices, my identity-they've all been stolen, wrapped in a glossy bow, and presented to the world as something to admire. But beneath the facade, I am drowning. And the worst part? I don't know if I even care anymore.