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I've often thought about what all I would say if I bumped into you one day, Tori. You were a huge part of my life, and now with one broken promise after another, I don't know that I will ever get the closure I need, but do I even want that? As I sit here wondering where you are and what you are doing, I find myself nervous you may walk in. Would you over hear something I say to the empty seat next to me, where you used to sit?This is silly. You can't hear me. I don't know why I'm scared you would hear me, much less see me. You are nowhere to...
(Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, abuse, bullying, and death.) George Rachel's Auditory English Assignment on Bullying and Abuse Clicking sound and tape recording. "Hello, I am George Haley Rachel. This is my assignment for Mrs. Peyton's English class. It is a report on Bullying and Abuse." Pause. Nobody ever liked Ellie. She was small, skinny, almost invisible. She was smart, annoying, and always part of some dumb club. Nobody cared about her. Even the people in the chess club ignored her because she was weird. At the same time, everyb...
Warning: Mentions of blood and violence. (This story is also very long);John, my best friend since forever, cussed.For the first time.Everyone in the room was surprised. All eyes went to John, and then they all traveled back to the floor.The only person that didn't look at John was Margaret. She hadn't seemed to hear him.But, that was obvious.Because she was dead.;"What the..."Lucy libbed, keeping her eyes on Margaret, who was spread out on the floor.Her life long friend was dead.Strange.Tonight, everyone seemed to be losing a best friend, o...
This story contains dark themes, a long with gun violence and blood. Part 1: The Day Of Helina Crawford, January 16, 2009-March 31, 2023. May she rest in peace forever.:As I was staring at the stone, I had more questions than answers. Why was she dead? How was she dead? What did she do to receive this fate? Still, I had no answer. Helina couldn't answer the questions, and what bothered me was that she was the only one who could. Mom and dad argued in the car. I had my eyes closed, trying to forget everything because I felt like my whole life...
Warning: Mentions of suicide.I had always been suspicious of my girlfriend. Kind, beautiful, smart. But, she was secretive. Not the best, but not the worst, if you know what I mean.So, I was not surprised when I found a picture in her bedside drawer of a tall, handsome, brown-haired, blue-eyed strong man. Thin, loving, kind. I didn't do much in response. I called her, asked her about the picture. I heard a sniffle and a deep, manly voice say "Just tell him." I couldn't believe it. She was with him!But, anyway, I asked her again. "I can't say...
Steve was always known as a grey man. He had pale, porcelain-like skin and black hair. Even though he was 70, his hair was still as full and colorful as it had been when he was 15. He wasn't sure why. Steve always had a black cane and a black suit with a white button-down. His dress shoes were dark and matte, not shiny from years of being neglected. In summary, he looked like a show from t...
Dorothy walked to the door of her mother's house. It was a simple, cottage-like house. It had yellow walls and white trim, along with a white deck and a lake behind. It had trees surrounding it and one had a small tire-swing hanging off of a branch. Dorothy sighed and knocked on the door, the paint coming off at her touch. A bang came from inside and the sound of a pot falling down. A brief "dammit" and a...
This story contains gun violence and gang-related content. Reader discretion appreciated. Paula walked down the hallways. Everyone had expected her to be a bright student who loved school and life. Boy, were they wrong. With her backpack slung over her shoulder, Paula twisted around the object in her hand. She felt the metal, and smiled sinisterly. She was about to get mass reveng...
Huh. Will should have been home by now. The door was locked and the lights were off, so I guess I don't have to make dinner yet. Throwing my stuff on the ground, I drop on the couch. What am I going to do with this free time? I pick up the home phone, trying to call Will quickly. Where could he be? A few minutes pass by, and I still have no response. Well, maybe I can catch up on my knitti...
Warning: This story contains some gore and violence. It is also set in Renaissance-Era London, England, just so you know.Arianne sat at her vanity mirror. Balls of tissues piled up, and each was full of tears and snot. Arianne sniffed. Sadly, this was her last night of freedom. Except, it wasnβt really freedom. More of like a βbeing watched by your fianceβ kind of night. She couldnβt hang out with anyone. She could only hang out with Marie and Kent. Oh, and her fiance. Wonderful.Arianne looked at the mirror. Her mascara dripped down her chee...
I am a theatre-obsessed girl who loves dogs and crime/mystery stories. Currently working on a murder-mystery story.
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