Przedstawienie Cała sala widzów. Wszyscy różnili się pod różnymi względami, ale w tej chwili to nie było wcale ważne. Główną rolę, a przynajmniej w teorii, odgrywała teraz scena pełna nastolatków. Zdecydowana większość publiczności przestała zwracać uwagę na odgrywany spektakl, a osoby, które jeszcze rozumiały, co się tam działo, stanowiły porozrzucane po całej sali jednostki. Jednak na jednym z miejsc siedziała dziewczyna, która pozostawała czujna i skupiona. Siedząc na idealnym (według swojego kryterium) miejscu, nie odwracając wzroku od aktorów, skrobała coś długopisem po kartkach małego notesika. Zapisywała każde najmniejsze uwagi. Wszystko co nudne, błędne, nieoryginalne czy kiczowate. Notesik może nie byPrzedstawienie17 hours ago in Short Stories
Rose! storyPart 2Rose! story14 hours ago in Short Stories
“Rose I have to show you something “the purple pony led rose to a small present “is this for me” the white pony looked at him in confusion “kind of its golden prize he was trapped here after that small fiasco” “what” Rose yelled fury in her voice Ghost started to back up “please Rose listen”
A few weeks later “I don’t even know where we are” Rose said “rose don’t worry ill always make sure your safe so do not worry were we are dream of where were going “then the purple pony led her in to a small cave “will have to sleep here tonight I hope you don’t mind” he started to get the beds ready
The next morning “I see a town” Rose jumped in excitement and started to run towards it ghost fallowed as rose was spinning in joy rose started to mingle it was her first time talking to other ponies other than ghost since the incident she then met a boy named citrus oak
100 themes writting challange number 1: Suicide100 Themes Writing Challenge Number 1: Suicide100 themes writting challange number 1: Suicide1 day ago in Short Stories
Emily adjusted her backpack as she walked out of the girls bathroom, her long sleeves hiding the new cuts on her wrists. She hated herself, anyone could see it, her eyes were glazed over with depression. Sure things were getting better, but it really wasn't helping her, and it never would.
She sighed. If only she'd never left, if only she'd never stood up to Regina, if only she'd just left the fact the group did under aged smoking, and drinking and did drugs, then maybe this wouldn't be happening! If only. But, if she hadn't she'd never gain the true friend she had, Rosey. Poor girl had it rougher than her, abusive parents, filthy house, hardly any chance to eat, poor girl seemed to have it all, but it didn't seem to effect her, no, she was always perky, happy, kind, the poster child for goodness! She was perfect, and amazing! She was lucky to have her as a friend.
She finally reached the cafeteria and sat down for the bus.
My Futanari best friend III It is the 19th of April and our school requires us to join a club so Raika and I sat in our room debating which club we should join “we should probably not join a sports club so you don't have to change as often” I saidMy Futanari best friend III17 hours ago in Short Stories
“Yea” she said “that would be best”
“But then which club should we go for?” I asked
“I guess one with not many members” she said
“That would be smart” I said
“Perhaps the Literary club that's not very popular” she said
“It would be boring we would just sit and read books for the rest of our school life” I said
“I guess” she said “The cooking club then”
“Possibly” I said “Is there anything else”
“Only the swimming club” she said
“Why did you mention them?” I asked
“I like swimming plus it'll be shut down if two people don't join” she said