A Woman To Me
#internationalwomensday A woman A woman is...........
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Well, let me just start by saying this, This is a story we all love and miss, Its called Snow White, a thrilling tale, This is my version, you won't get in a sale...
[sorry for bad word]. Your voice drools in unkept distinction,. Monotone and repetitive, nothing to say,. Your voice a victim of extinction,. As you peer from narrowed eyes today,.
Some dogs bark, they bite or chew, But they don't kill, unlike you, They're innocent with not a bad thing to say, You find a friend, and make her your prey.
Mom looks down on me sometimes because I write in my diary too much. People say I'm immature because I like Kawaii diary stickers, plushies, collector dolls, because I quote Manson too much.
This, the first letter is written by Diane that wasn't responded, before she became the girl living on the roof of the restaurant she priorly was the chef of; 'I wore that tight black dress of mine...
They told her to count daisy leaves, He loves me, he loves me not And maybe one day if she's in luck; someone just as well come claim territory of her skies.
Did she thought she was beautiful in that emaciated body.
'Seahorses, hey. I love seahorses.. I really love seahorses.' Ceren said when Eddie replied to her sad muttering of female submission in nature, with 'What about seahorses.
'I love how you can't say yeast, your childish ways and your hugs before I leave, but you're flying high on your nargile and weed..
'My fins are not made for typing, but they float like in the sea, my Pull-Apart Bread has Gouda if not Dutch Crunch these days you see..'.
'You're not a rockstar, you don't even let me smoke in your car, I want a rockstar.' 'So you don't want to take me out for dinner 'cause you don't want to pay; kiss me goodbye I say.' 'Beg me my...
Verna is no witch lady, but Erutàron's fridge filled with Red Delicious, she sure is crafty, Athena tells Ondine don't be moody, still Ondine pictures a ladies room, one lavatory banging and jolty.
Ondine speaking out about Erutàron/his choices etc. to her father, Cypreas she is in a hatred.
That boy Erutàron strolls, to Ondine seems a troll. Haven't eaten in a week, seeing her feet appearing under the spangles, feel like a crime chewing on a bunch of mosses.
Staring at the jocks; she rubbed on her stomach and puked on the ground. Was glad for the first time seeing them and not broken and scared for she wanted to get rid of that meal anyway.