The DateToday was the day of my sister's "Big Date". My name is Shayne, and Sheryll is my twin sister who for the last three months has talked about nothing other then some goth dork named Brad. I Despise Brad. Let's talk, when my sister is entranced by something she will talk about nothing but it until just the mere mention of whatever she has fallen in love with sets me off, ruining several movie and book series for me. Brad is different though, now not only does his name annoy me but I genuinely hate him.The Date12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see Brad spends his day doing a few things, one of which would be tormenting me and all the other "nerdy" kids; why would he do this you ask? Well he tried to insult a jock once, the end result was just him needing to wear less mascara for his purple eyes.
I wouldn't say my sister is a goth, she never has really seemed gloomy, so I don't know why she became so entranced with him. The second he asked her out on a date though, not only did I wonder what he saw in her, I wondered w
Margo's Diary P1Nov. 18Margo's Diary P15 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dad stole today. I could tell because he came home with an expensive painting that we have no money for. Dad says he is a businessman. He says he would do anything to help the police, but I think he’s lying. Mom is a barista, but she wants to be president someday. I think her dreams are unrealistic. I try to set attainable goals. If you set the bar too high, and you miss it too many times, you stop trying. It’s human nature. Chris says that mom and dad are fighting a lot. I wish I could have stood up for them but I knew he was right.
I came up with a plan in school today. I read this book during recess about a girl named Matilda and she is too little to go to school so when her unintelligent parents and older brother leaves for the day she goes to the library and reads all she wants. So I think I’ll go to the library and read, write, and play everyday after school. That way I can avoid mom and dad until I go home and I can read and write and play all I
UntitledI don't understand how something so amazing can be plagued with something so vile so uncaring. You see there was a little boy who went to school everyday and didn't talk to anybody, then he met with his old friends the only people he could and would talk to. Then one of his friends introduced him to a girl, he ended up really liking this girl. One day one of the boy's friends a criminal some might call him ended up in one of his classes he had with this girl. The boy and the group got along well they all had a blast just being around each other. A couple weeks after the "criminal" showed up the boy started to think that the girl he liked had feelings for this criminal. So the boy confronted the girl and asked "D-do you like him?, would you go out with him?". The girl said yes, the boy's heart was broken, he sobbed for days in silence.... Then the boy realized the girl deserved happiness or whatever she wanted, so he made it his goal to get the two together. He coached the love dumb criUntitled13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hat's thought on Masky,Hoody,and TobyHatress' thoughts on Masky----Hat's thought on Masky,Hoody,and Toby21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I think he's pretty cute and that he's cool to be around. Okay, fine I have a crush on him! So, there's Toby and Hoody too. But, we all support each other. Toby and I are good friends we both had similar pasts. Hoody and I get along too. Depending on what Maky's doing either gets me; high,bleeding (nose),blushing,all that love stuff. I LOVE MAKSY! HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHHA HANDS OFF MY BITCH!
Touch The Sky“Is all the stars. Do you know how mankind felt when he first looked at the sky?”Touch The Sky5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“What, daddy?” Holly had replied. A shooting star crossed the sky. “Wonder,” He had murmured. “And a sense of being almost but not quite able to touch the heavens above.” Holly looked at her dad.
But… no… He wasn’t alive… That isn’t right! He had died in the fire!
Holly sat up in bed. She looked around and saw the other bunks full of sleeping children. The night was cold and her alarm told her it was 1 o’clock. Holly crept over to the window and peeked out. The sky seemed unchanged from that cold spring evening.
Holly stayed at the window for a moment, then slid back into bed. She pulled out a book about stars. Holly read for what seemed like hours. She glanced at the clock and it read ‘1:15. Time was pa
Loony Neighbours I watched my neighbour take a sip of a mojito that probably contained some particles of her deceased Doberman. She didn’t know this though.Loony Neighbours20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It never occurred to me that I would one day be serving mojitos to my neighbours at a party, hosted by James from next door, celebrating my husband going back to school, but at least it was a possible scenario. I definitely never thought that I would have a dead dog to thank for the fresh, home grown mint in the drinks.
Out of context, I’ll admit that the whole situation seems rather bizarre, and more than likely suspicious as well. This is exactly why my husband and I agreed to never tell anyone about what really happened that day, two months before.
Mark and I were recent additions to the neighbourhood. I had cooked dinner, and Mark had arrived home from work as a nurse.
“So, what glorious meal have you orchestrated for tonight?” Mark joked as he poured some wine into glasses. Only one of
a story with GrandmaThis story begins with a small boy both timid and adventurous. Amazed by new discoveries and astonished by classic tales. His name is Bob, he loves the way flowers grow and how in the wind the trees blow. He enjoys all the time he spends outdoors and reaching for those video game high scores. The list of things Bob loves could fell a book. This book would be similar to a dictionary in look. Everything he loves listed alphabetically with a definition explaining why he loves each thing so poetically. Bob loves many things, but there is one thing Bob loves the most. This love is greater than his love for candy, cake, ice cream and it isn't a ghost. This love he shares is with his grandma, the greatest grandma who will ever be. If you keep on reading then surely you will see.a story with Grandma16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wondering what Bob looks like then let’s close our eyes and begin to picture him. Bob is a small boy even for someone as young as he. He has long hair and a round tummy, because Grandma’s food is oh so yum