14. She/her I love writing, reading, dogs, music, and blue sour patch. Iām trying to get better, so feedback is much appreciated! š©µ
14. She/her I love writing, reading, dogs, music, and blue sour patch. Iām trying to get better, so feedback is much appreciated! š©µ
We both jumped. I took a deep breath and dragged the back of my hand under my eyes. āWhat was that?ā God, I was pathetic. My entire body was still trembling and my voice was shaky.
_Get ahold of yourself, _I thought_. _
āI think the tire popped.ā She said, getting up and looking out of the window. Sure enough, the RV was headed down an empty side road. As soon as we hit the dirt, whoever was dr...
I loved riding my bike. It was like it was apart of me. I could never let it go.
If you ever asked why I rode, I would say because itās cool. If you asked me on a deeper level, itās because the wind rushing through my hair and the adrenaljne from the speed makes me happy. It reminds me of home
The first time I rode was with my dad. He had this huge, old bike that I loved. Now, what Iām about t...
Nerves struck me like lightning. I, Madelyn Grace, was nervous to see my boyfriend, whom I had known for my whole life.
Our parents had been best friends growing up, and weāve lived next to each other our whole lives. When we were little, we would spend every waking moment together.
So why the _hell_ was I _nervous_?
I honestly couldnāt answer that. Maybe itās because I havenāt seen him in al...
**[Flashbacks will be in bold]**
You have to lose yourself in order to find yourself.
My friends were taking that saying way to literally. Olivia was whispering furiously to James, who sat in the Captains seat. They found the map, and were trying to find out where we were.
If thereās one thing I can say about them, they do not work well under stress. Zephyr was biting her nails as she kept r...
When I was little, I never dreamed of being a killer. I was a normal kid. I wanted to be a marine biologist, or a doctor. I think it all started when I was seventeen. I was involved in a hit and run, and damn did it feel good. I only thought about it one or twice every day.
That kinda thrill never leaves you. It consumes you. Thereās this itch, it chases you, haunts you until you satisfy it. Eve...
The first thing that I noticed was that I was conscious. The second was that my leg was killing me. I winced and elevated it. It was definitely broken. After sitting for a few minutes, I tried standing up. I was in an ancient sanctuary, will old stone walls covered in moss. Curiosity filled me and I made my way to a huge door. Curiosity killed the cat, a voice warned in my head. Well, I am not a c...
Warning*
There is a lot of cussing in this story. Iām gonna write a part two in first person.
Dear Diary - July Fourth
Iām only doing because my therapist told me to. Heās a bitch.
Dear Diary - July Seventh
He saw my last entry. Said I should try harder. He also said that this would help me control my āemotions.ā All itās doing is pissing me off.
Dear Diary - July Eighth
I guess I really...
Training is brutal. But I made it that way. As soon as my father figured out what I was doing , I felt the need to prove myself to him. So I stepped it up a bit.
Jasper was swinging harder, doing everything in his power to win. Iām not gonna lie, itās hard. Years before Jasper joined the army, he had been training himself to protect his family.
He was teaching me everything he knows. He took ...
Warning* Talk about death and bullying.
I swear, I had nothing to do with any of this. One minute I was sitting at my desk, banging my head over schoolwork, and the next Iām in a room filled with people.
Now, it might sound crazy, but I know feel like I know every single of of them. For example, the one standing in front of me, she has long red hair and blue eyes. She looks tough, and has a sw...
I never realized how nervous I would be to get a tattoo. I have a lot of them, and they donāt even really hurt. Every year since the day I turned eighteen, I had gone to tattoo shops all around the world.
I think what scared me most about this one was that this was a specialist. According to local legend, anyone who got a special ink out onto their skin was fated to it.
So far, it had been rig...