I have many good traits To the point some people think im perfect But im human I have horrible, disgusting traits too
I’ll talk about the good ones first I’m pretty popular I’m the best striker in my league And I’m very artistic
But there’s also the other ones The ones i try to ignore While they scrape at my soul The meds don’t help
Some of the “bad” traits are: I hate myself I think im fat I’m annoying
But these aren’t bad if you think about it Let’s talk about my self hatred It can be a good thing Like when other people insult me
You might be thinking, “how is that a good thing?” I’ll explain Because i hate everything about myself, I can just smile at them and say “i know”
This confuses them Thats the point So in a way, My depression makes me better
Soccer practice just ended Im walking towards the exit Laughing with friends I see you I remember what we used to be And what we are now I remember you said to never talk to you again I said something i shouldnt have I still love you I walk over Making sure to be kind and smile I wave You look away I get to my car I cry And cry By the time im done The suns going down I get home I remember You treated me like shit All through our relationship You were manipulating me And using me I should hate you And i do I realize that Just because you were nice to me before Doesnt make you a good person Because you are a shitty human With no self esteem So you hate others To make yourself feel better So im letting you go On your own So you can hurt someone else Again.
As i check my phone, I realize it’s November 17. I start to cry. My mother dies a year ago
I remind myself to stay strong She’s in a better place She wanted this
She died in a horrific way. She drove her car into a tree at 78 MPH. On purpose
She didn’t have many work friends But I didn’t know she was depressed I feel like its my fault
I never snuggled her I never wrapped myself in her warm embrace Instead i hid in my room
I never thought about her I said “i love you” But i never showed it
I walk to the bathroom I put some water on my face I see something
I look in the mirror, theres a message; “It’s not your fault” My eyes open in shock
I smile a little. I look out the window She’s making the sky beautiful for me
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Hi! I made this story because recently I’ve released that I don’t spend enough time with my family. My mother hasn’t died, but i imagine this is how it would go if she did. Love you, and have a good day/night!
“Really?! You could’ve brought something useful, and you brought two pairs of gloves?! At least theres one for me..” my teamate mumbled
I slipped on my gloves, and we appeared in a snowy forest.
“The gloves might help, but you still should’ve brought something else.”
Its the next day, and we’re getting hungry. I see a squirrel, and i run towards it.
My teamate calls me retarded
I stick my hand out, the glove on, and a blast of fire comes out, roasting the squirrel.
“Still useless?” I say.
I just got the call I’m going to be mother I’ve always wanted this
Is what i would say if i did I don’t even want this relationship Let alone a baby
I’m not even attracted to men I was forced to marry him And he wants me
He uses me But no one believes me I can’t stand myself
I think i blame myself Its not my fault though I don’t think so, anyway
I only like woman And I’m asexual This relationship is the opposite of that
He forces me to satisfy him everyday I can’t feel anything anymore I hate every second of it
I don’t know why i always do this Allow him to take advantage of me Maybe I’m just weak
He’s walking in Oh god He’s smirking
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Hi! I wrote this about a woman stuck in a abusive relationship (you could probably already tell that but whatever). This has never happened to me, but i do include features anout myself in the story, such as being lesbian and asexual. Have a good day/night, and i love you. Bye!
I wish i had never said no
I lived in japan I was a “perfect student” The gangs didnt like that
One gangster did though He liked it so much He liked me
He asked me one day Will you be mine? I said “sorry, but no”
That was the biggest mistake of my life And it would be what ended it After 44 days of hell.
They took me to their parents house The adults knew i was being tortured They were scared of their son
They made me stick bottles were the light doesn’t shine And stuffed me in a freezer for hours
When i tried to escape, They burned my legs, And brought more bottles
I begged them to just kill me But they refused I’m more fun when I’m alive
After 43 days, they challenged me to a game of mahjong They promised to set me free if i won They didn’t
They instead Beat me with a metal pole until i died, And put my body in concrete
They only got 6-17 years in prison They should’ve gotten death row But I guess, I shouldn’t have said no Because honestly, Time had never passed so slow
—————————————————————————— Hi to whoevers reading this! I based this story on the torture and kidnapping of junko furuta. This case has extreme gore so do NOT look into it if your sensitive to that kind of stuff. As soon as i saw this prompt i thought of this case for some reason, and i came up with something decent quickly! Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day/night, and remember to stay safe. Love you!
As i walk over to the bench In my new, shiny cleats I see the roster Im playing striker She’s playing midfield
Your probably wondering “who is “she”?” Let me describe her She’s perfect Like a long day at the beach with your lover Or a orange sunset on a plane as you fall asleep
Her face is like a picasso masterpiece Her personality As vibrant as a wildflower Her kindness Better than gandhi
The game begins She passes me the ball Someone trips me The referee “doesnt see it” I start getting mad
Its halftime We’re winning, 1-0 I scored that goal I highfive her
Theres two minutes left The other teams goalie punts it far up the field Someone heads the ball into the goal My goalie misses it by an inch I walk over and tell them its ok
The games done It was 1-1 We’re doing penalty kicks Im scared She tells me it’s okay
I’m last for penalty kicks They’ve made 4 So have we Its all up to me I give her a fist bump
I back up a few steps from the ball I take a deep breath I run slowly Then faster I can’t do this
She gives me a nod I kick Its going to the top right corner The goalie dives to the left My eyes light up
Most of my team highfives me Just one stays back Her She looks scared Like she wants to do something
I walk over “Are you ok?” I ask genuinely She looks up at me She smiles slightly She hugs me
“I.. uh,” i stammer “Brylee… i love you,” she says quietly We both blush “I… your parents won’t like that.” I say quickly She looks sad
“Sorry! Uhh… I… I I’ve liked you for a while too,” I say, smiling She does too I blush a little more I kiss her
Then… i wake up It was all a dream? I guess she doesn’t like woman anyway It makes sense I cry
What do you think of when you see orange? A nice sunset on a beach, or a blazing fire in a camp far, far into the woods? But what does orange represent? Red represents anger, intensity, and blood. Blue represents sadness, fear, loneliness. Almost every other color represents something. But orange doesn’t have much. So instead of something similar to red, i think of her. Orange isn’t just a color. Its her favorite. She’s my favorite, but I’ll never tell her. I think of her jersey that she looks so good in. I think of her laugh, that’s so contagious. I think of her beautiful brown eyes, that i could stare into forever. I think of her kindness, and how she always puts other before herself. But most of all, i think of how much i love her. But she likes boys, not girls. I’ll never have her, and i have to accept that. I can’t though. I just can’t.
As i walk to class, Tessa by my side, I look at her.
She’s always kind, She knows how to joke around But also understands my limits
When i call myself ugly, She says she’s the only ugly one She doesn’t understand what i would give to be her
That’s okay. I didnt expect her to She understands everything else, so it’s fine
i hate when she talks bad about herself She’s so beautiful, i shouldn’t even be allowed near her
I realize two things; -its time for class -I’m falling in love
With a girl? I thought girls could only like men I should keep it to myself
I’ll get yelled at if i tell “Its a sin” I don’t get what’s wrong with it
I feel myself unable to look away from her She’s so pretty I can’t stand myself
She said she was straight though She has a crush on some guy She would never date me anyways
I’m ugly, Immature, Stupid
And so much more. I dont know how she can stand me But she does, i think
I hope she never finds out that i like her It might ruin our friendship I think i might die if i don’t have her
As i get home from class, I call her Someone answers; her mother
She says that Tessa’s doing something She’ll call me later. Hopefully
Two hours later she calls me. I answer Her camera is off
I say hi. We talk for a bit I decide I shouldn’t keep secrets
I tell her i like girls I cant seem to tell her that i like her She seems surprised, but also supportive
I’m happy I’ve found a real friend She accepts me
Three years later, We’re on the same soccer team And i score a goal, winning us the game
She hugs me and high-fives me I feel flustered I blush
She asks what wrong I quickly say nothing and look away I should tell her
I still like her. I really do. Even more now.
I call her when I get home I say “what would you do if a girl liked you” She says “i dont know”
I tell her. I hang up and start crying She texts me, asking if im okay
She really does care about me I call her back She says im probably “lesbian”
Whats that? I search it up. I never have felt attraction to men
Thats it. Thats what i am A lesbian.
I am natuno, the strongest ninja in the village. I have been called to duty. The castle on the edge we call it- has been attacked by a grand dragon. As I rush over, jumping on trees and rocks, I see it. “The beast itself.” I whisper to myself. As I continue to run towards it, I think what I will do to slay it. I’m only about 50 yards away from it now, and it’s sleeping! I grip a throwing knife and prepare to throw it at the beast. Right as I’m about to throw it, it’s claw moves slightly, as if it’s having a nightmare. I grab my sketchbook, thinking I have some time. I begin to draw it, as I’m secretly an artist in my free time. It moves more, and I decide to put my sketchbook away. I use invise-ninjitsu, and turn invisible for a short amount of time. As I sneak closer, I get a glance of it’s face. It looks like it’s in distress. This, mixed with the moving claw, kind of proves it’s having a nightmare! But what does it have to be afraid of? It’s the most feared creature in the galaxy! without thinking, I begin tapping on its orange scales, trying to wake it up. It’s growls softly, before suddenly rubbing its head on me, kind of like a cat. This is the story of how I became know as Natuno, the dragon tamer.
