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LifelineHe was a simple boy; he just liked to have fun. He never wanted to be just like his dad was. He was a dreamer, but he had never had none, who made the most of his life, but never had one.Lifeline5 years ago in Short Stories
I can’t totally remember the day I met Finley, but I do remember exactly how he looked. It was about a month into our sixth grade year, and my best friend at the time introduced me to him. He was a tiny bit taller than me, very skinny—and I mean skinny—with brown short hair and brown eyes. Because of his educated manner and vocabulary, my best friend and I nicknamed him “Proper Dude”, in which he responded with much hatred and disd
Angie"They mislead me." She said as she took a hit, Trish raised an eyebrow and took the joint Angie held out. "They told me he was no longer among the living." She shifted causing her shirt to ride up her thigh reveling that she wore no pants. "He's as good as dead." Trish said as she took a puff then handing the joint back. "Incarcerated is in no way the same as life removal." She said before seeing how long she could hold the smoke before air became necessary, Trish sat there watching Angie as she held the joint forgotten at the moment, "What I can't believe is that no one messed up and told you in the last six months." Trish said as Angie finaAngie4 years ago in Humor More Like This
One-Kid's Sacrifice AdoptionI woke up to the sound of nothing...Nothing, I see and hear nothing...Wait. Footsteps. Growing louder.One-Kid's Sacrifice Adoption5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I try to move.
Nothing. Am I too weak? No. I feel pressure. Am I tied down? Yes, that's it. I'm tied down. "Where am I?" I thought. I must have thought it aloud. Someone answered. "Hi there," said the voice, a girl's voice. "I'm Chellie. This is my...Well...I guess it's our home. We saw you being chased, then you fainted so we decided to bring you here with us." Clank. I feel the pressure release and my strength rushing back to me. I sat bolt-right up.
ftw- chapter 13Chapter 13- Sunshine Go Away Todayftw- chapter 135 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(P.O.V- Obie)
I scratch at my brown hair and stretch my arms out wide, greeting the Thursday morning sunrise. The clock reads 6:30, so I should be out at the bus stop in about ten minutes. Quietly, I sling my backpack over one shoulder and slip on my Vans. I tip-toe in to the living room/kitchen. Something muffled to my right makes a gargling sort of clearing throat noise. Slowly I turn my head to see my father slouched on the couch, a beer bottle stuck perfectly in his hand. His stubble is apparent, his shirt dirtied as well as his sweatpants.
“Whereyou think you’regoin?” he slurs.
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