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Operator: Good morning and thank you for calling Happy Land. How can I help you today. Caller: I feel like shit, and I need cheering up Operator: that's great to hear.
Living with a bad boy Chapter 8 I dressed in skinny jeans and a no sleeve, skull shirt with golden spikes on the shoulder, that made me look really skinny.
Solve your own problems I have enough of my own. ~cool t-shirt.
Chapter 10 KATIE'S POV I sat in maths alone. Jake had gone to his own lesson for a change. I was glad, but I kinda missed him. It was nice to have someone to talk to in class.
Chapter 12 KATIE'S POV When I woke, I found myself on the bathroom floor still. It was dark, like night dark. Oh shoot. What was the time. I pulled out my phone. Oh god. 9:45PM.
I was going to post a quote But there wasn't any need There's already far too many Clogging up my feed An instalment of my story A nice fat juicy chunk But I couldn't concentrate Because I got a...
CHAPTER 13 I showered, dressed and put my makeup on quickly. Well... I had to... I guess I would have to walk to school since jake and I weren't exactly on the best terms right now.
Living with a bad boy Chapter 9 We got home quickly. The rain had was worse now and the wind was sharp. Even with the jacket I was shivering. what happened to the weather. It was perfect before.
Dear Husband: I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.
Chapter 7 The bell rang and I jumped out of my seat before storming out of the room. Jake didn't have chance to stop me. I heard girls talk about me as I made my way down the hall.
{A short story - a random idea!} I must have done something bad. That's why people are Wiped. I woke in the hospital, staring up at a blank ceiling. Sitting in a blank room. My mind. Blank.
What a prick. I mean, I didn't know the man, and he didn't know me, but when you get all in my face like that, there's only going to be one outcome.
Hey, So I am gonna post it now. I'm still carrying on with the other stories.... Don't worry... But you might like this one. Yup. It's a bad boy story....
'Inmate 24B96X Female Born in captivity, 24/06/23 Classification X34T90' I never knew my mother. They killed her as soon as I was born.
Chapter 17 I sat in the car, wondering where Perry had got to. I guess he really hated me now. He shouldn't hate me though, I stopped him from ending up in hospital.
Dear racist, Your car is Japanese. Your beer is German. Your wine is Spanish. Your democracy is Greek. Your coffee is Colombian. Your tea is Chinese. Your watch is Swiss. Your fashion is French.
Hey, here's chapter 2. I hope you like it... Comment your thoughts Chapter 2 The next day I walked to school and stood at the gate waiting for my friend’s Melena, Sarah and Jordan.
Once upon a time, There was a fragile girl. She wasn't locked away in a tower Or destined for world. She wasn't daughter to a king and queen, A pride of all around.
Hey guys, Hope you like this one. It's only short, but still.... Chapter 4 I woke up in a bed. Where was I. The light streaming through the curtains. I was at Jake's house. Thank god.
Chapter 15 JAKES POV She wanted to stay with me. I smirked. She was here with me, in my arms asleep and she wanted to be here. I held onto her even though it hurt, I didn't want to lose her.
Chapter 6 Jake left me alone for the rest of the day and night. Thank god. I woke up at 7:01 and dragged myself to the small mirror in my room. Oh my god.
Hey, Yeah it's here and I admit this was ready last night but I wanted you guys to wait... Not really, i was too tired to post it. Have a great day and enjoy this.
A poem for Opuss Idiots. You sit and make comments with nothing nice to say. We dont care for your negativity So stay the hell away. We have better things to write & stuff to do.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.