Pregnancy and parenthoodFloortje van Rossem (18) was a sweet girl. She had loving parents and got high grades in school. She was also in a loving relationship with her Swedish boyfriend Göran Almstedt (21). One day, Floortje appeared to be pregnant by him. When he heard that, Göran got furious and said: "Do you really think that I want to have a child with you! I'm not that stupid!" Immediately, he went away, leaving Floortje behind in tears. Since that day, almost everyone regarded Floortje as an outsider. Her friends turned their backs on her, school didn't go well anymore; her life was turned upside down. Luckily, her family supported her, especially during the birth of her daughter. She named her Sara and raised her up with the help of her parents. Two weeks later, Göran returned. He told Floortje that back then, he wasn't ready to be a father and that it happened too fast. He also had a huge amount of regret that he bailed on Floortje and asked her for forgiveness and a second chance. ThisPregnancy and parenthood1 day ago in Short Stories
Cramp TwinsBrooklyn’s jaw clenched as a sore moan emerged tiredly from her throat. Her teeth were gritting in gradually-building agony as her stomach started to rile itself, sweat forming on the base of her neck as everything down there began to tighten and twist in the usual, heavenly contractions of the menstrual cycle.Cramp Twins5 hours ago in Short Stories
Oh, God. Here she comes, she thought, trembling as her abdomen clenched and hardened, strengthening her moans. Mother Nature never takes a break, does she? Bitch.
Her hand cautiously moved out from her side and towards to her bloated middle, naked and bulging outwards. Great. If there anything she wanted to be reminded of, it was her newly-acquired fatness.
Gllloouubrrp! Annnnd now it was screaming at her. Wonderful.
She had only dressed herself in a white bra, a kimono for her cold shoulders and tight booty shorts, a fashion decision she was seriously beginning to question. Sure, it was an unusually warm night for this time of ye
Playing with SisPlaying with SisPlaying with Sis2 days ago in Short Stories
There was an aura of anxiousness hanging through the air. It was a Friday afternoon and 10 year old Jenny was at home with just her 15 year old brother Daniel for the weekend as their parents went to a wedding. She couldn’t have friends over when her parents were gone, and Daniel never wanted to play with her. This time she had something that could help with that problem. She had a bit of an odd friend named Alexis that gave her a solution. Alexis said she knew how to hypnotize people and taught Jenny the skill. Jenny was a bit skeptical, but she had nothing to lose.
She knocked on her brother’s door to ask if he wanted to play. Daniel responded with “I got homework to do; I can’t play your little girl games right now.” Jenny knew he would say no and decided to go with plan b. She needed to get him to let her test it out to see if it works. “My friend says that you can hypnotize anyone. Will you let me try it out on you?&
amor imposibleAMOR IMPOSIBLEamor imposible4 days ago in Short Stories
mari - fue un accidente lo juro pero Karina protégeme seré tu esclava una semana- dijo mientras unia las manos y agachaba la cabeza- por favor
Karina- un mes – dijo mientras sonreía con una sonrisa gatuna
Mari- no una semana y media- entences se dio cuenta que Karina se marchaba
Karina- adiós te vere en tu funeral- mientras saludaba de espaldas
Mari- no puedes dejarme morir asì- mirándola con una mueca
Karina- a que si puedo- mientras se volteaba
¿?- !!!!MARIA¡¡¡¡ ESTAS MUERTA- Dijo gritando un chico con el cabello rosa mientras se acercaba a ellas
Mari- Víctor – *estoy muerta*-esta bien 2 semanas
Karina- bien ahora dime que hiciste para pensar una solución- mientras mostraba una sonrisa triunfante
Mari- pues veras
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MARIA SE ENCONTRABA escondida detr
A Holiday Tale“What do you mean you don’t want to take the throne?!!” Queen Darla Chalice was furious with her daughter. Blossom Chalice spoke up again, this time her voice was stronger and steadier. “I can’t marry him and be queen so I am stepping down and letting Mystic take my place.” Darla gasped. “Blossom think about what you’re doing! What will the kingdom say?!! MY oldest daughter running off with a Holiday! A seasonal performer that is not even a horse..But a bear! A carnivore! This is the scandal of the century! Please reconsider!!” “Mother I love him.” Darla raised an eyebrow. “Are-Are you sure?” Blossom nodded. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t 100% sure.” Darla sighed. “Well...I can’t tell you not to feel something Blossom. If this is what you really want I won’t stop you.” Blossom smiled and put her forelegs around her mother’s neck. “ThankA Holiday Tale3 days ago in Short Stories
Dennis's fear“Welcome students to your first day of kindergarten” the teacher, Arla, said with a smile. “Who would like to tell what happened over your summer?” a five year old boy raised his hand, wanting to tell the class.Dennis's fear1 hour ago in Short Stories
“Ok we have a volunteer to go and what is your name sweetie?” Arla asked.
“Freddie Collins.” Freddie said.
“Aw cute and what would you like to tell everyone about your summer?” she asked.
“Well…” Freddie said. “You may want to sit down this will make you laugh”
It was late at night in the summer time. Freddie woke up to get a drink of water; he tried his best not to wake up anyone in the house, as he got his water filled sippy cup he saw something crawling around on the floor.
He ran back up stairs and walks into his parent’s room.
“Daddy, daddy! Wake up!” Freddie said as he shook his father, Dennis, to wake him up.
“Hm, what..?” Dennis replied tiredly while t
Aqua and ArielAqua and Ariel5 days ago in Short Stories
Aqua decided to call in sick today. She needed to get into the ocean. She pulled out her light glasses, took everything not water proof off of her person, turned her cell phone off, and got out of apartment.
The ocean, once upon a time, was all she knew. It was early fall, very little people want to visit a cold sea on a cold day. She stepped into the ocean foam one foot at a time. It wasn't cold to her, it was warm and inviting, asking her to swim in its depths like she did ages ago. Soon the sand turned to rock and gravel and she was in the sea waist deep. She didn't care if anyone was looking. She dived right in.
"Wings for a tail." She whispered under the water and as she commanded, Her feet began to stick together and the familiar sensation of her fins came back again. They were so delicate yet strong enough to brave the strongest currents. Feet were only good for land, but fins never let her down like her weak legs.
She swam down to a nice smooth rock and put on her light glasses
M. and S.“I sort of wrote a poem about you.” she hummed.M. and S.3 hours ago in Short Stories
“Sort of?” I asked, raking my fingers on her shoulder. “What does it sort of say, Morgan?”
I leaned to my left for the lamp on the small table and switched it on.
Morgan’s freckled cheeks came into view briefly before she hung her head and tugged at the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I dont know what it is about that old sweatshirt that she seemed to adore. She was like a child attached to her teddy bear with that raggedy sweatshirt.
I should make it a point to ask her some day. Soon.
“Silly girl…. you can't possibly be embarrassed! Are you?”
I said in the sweetest tone I could manage, a very old way of mine to coax her gently. Her eyes met mine; she blushed as I stared her down.
“I am in fact, Sabrina.” she shrugged, blinking her eyes away.
Nevertheless she reached for her satchel and retrieved a blue leathered journal. It looked worn, well used. She must have notic
The DancerHe was never good at dancing, felt like he was born with two left feet. He was always tripping over air, or stepping on his partner.The Dancer10 hours ago in Short Stories
She was good at dancing, her parents made sure of that. Put her through the toughest dance classes, the best dance schools. Dance was her life. She lived at the studio, breathed the sweat that poured off her skin, felt the pain in her feet after every success and fail. She hated it.
He loved it, but couldn’t do it. He could only watch from afar as his sister danced her way through the top schools in the country.
She could see her brother from the sidelines, watching her with a look of pride and sadness. She hated it, just wanted to be an equal to her brother.
He wished their parents gave him as much interest as they gave her. But they didn’t. They didn’t care when his band got a regular gig at the cafe in town. Didn’t care when their song was played in school. Didn’t care when he broke his leg saving his friend from a car. Di
QuiÈ qui che è morto mio padre.Qui4 days ago in Short Stories
Era un sacco di tempo che non ci pensavo.
Poi, oggi mi colpisce come un pugno in faccia.
Eppure, questa strada l'ho percorsa decine, forse centinaia di volte.
Asfalto, grigio, cemento, un ponte poco lontano. Intorno i campi e le casupole.
Da piccolo no, era diverso. Ci passavo e ci pensavo spesso.
"Qui" mi dicevo "Qui è dove è morto papà".
Non so bene che sensazione provassi. È passato tanto di quel tempo. Quasi vent'anni.
E oggi come allora, ci ripenso.
Mi fa strano. La strada stessa è strana. Sempre la stessa.
È tutto così normale. Così banale, così ordinario da dare quasi in nervoso.
È una strada come tutte le altre, non c'è una qualche cosa che la renda speciale, se non il ricordo delle persone che sanno.
Ma dubito che una persona su centomila che sia passata qui nel corso degli anni abbia mai saputo cosa sia successo o sia solo posta la questione.
Provo qualcosa di simile ad un vago
4/10/15There's gonna be a cooking competition on 15th October and damn, Mom can't wait for her/our time to shine. Even though our family only has a modest bakery for take-away orders, not a standard restaurant like Burger-King or so, she really believes her signature recipes will knock the all the audiences' socks off.4/10/158 hours ago in Short Stories
She asked me and Sarah to help her with hard-to-cook ingredients to make sure nothing would be new to her. I took care of the meat parts, while Sarah harvested vegetables.
I wasn't sure if this cooking competition would bother to prepare wings, breast and legs of a Phoenix instead of a chicken... well, if I were of the judges and got this game show sponsored well enough, I surely would. Thankfully for everyone, though, I'm not. I would, but I couldn't.
Well, I can and will help her practice some extreme dishes and make edible masterpieces out of creatures like them, who says I can't ?
"SICKEST BURN EVER.", Jasmine exclaimed, after trying out the burger Mom just made. She was li
JuegoEra un domingo por la noche, el último domingo de septiembre, con el cielo oscuro de octubre sobre Tijuana. Después de ver el maravilloso espectáculo de la segunda y última luna sangrienta del dos mil quince, Lizbeth, Lizeth y Yadira se regresaron al comedor de la casa para continuar con lo que estaban haciendo antes de salir: Lizeth preparaba una exposición de la escuela, Yadira veía videos de los NB Riderz en Youtube y Lizbeth jugaba Super Samsh Bros para Wii U. Fuera de eso, no pasaba nada raro...Juego5 days ago in Short Stories
"Ahora mato niños con un bumerang místico" dijo Lizbeth mientras jugaba. Minutos después dijo: "Ahora entreno pokemón con electrocheques... Ahora exploto los derechos laborales de un plomero... Ahora asesino princesas... Ahora rebano a espadazos a un dinosaurio... Ahora mato dragones..."
Yadira y Lizeth sólo levantaban la vista para verla con los ojos muy abiertos. Al menos, sólo era un juego.
All the kidsHollie woke up and yawned, she looked beside her and saw Jackson wasn't there. She frowned and got up, fixing Jackson's big shirt on her, since it was all she could fit in anymore. She was seven months pregnant with their first child, she waddled downstairs to find Jackson, as she had separation issues lately being all emotional and such.All the kids1 week ago in Short Stories
She looked in the living room, he wasn't there. Then she went into the kitchen and he wasn't there either. "Jackson?" She yelled, no answer. "JACKSON?!" She yelled a little louder, still no answer. Then she began crying, frantically pacing the room back and forth, and playing with her red hair, repeatedly wringing it out and pulling on it nervously.
Then Jackson came down the stairs and saw the tears flooding from her eyes, "whoa whoa Hollie!" he said quickly walking over to her and wrapping her up in his arms, "what's wrong?" He asked lightly wiping her tears with his thumb.
"Jackson!!" She cried harder hugging him tightly, she stuffed her face into