Revenge is Best Served in a GroupSpike groaned, opening her eye's slowly. " The fuck...?" she mumbled as she looked around. She found herself in what appeared to be a large warehouse. And a rundown one at that. As she went to move she quickly discovered that she was restrained. Looking down she found herself sat down on a chair with her arm's tied behind it. "Hey! What the hell?" she said loudly, frustration showing on her face. It was then she noticed that all the other member's of her gang where there with her, tied up like she was. Slowly they where all coming to.Revenge is Best Served in a Group1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oi...the bloody hell happened?" asked Raven with a small shake of her head.
" Where are we...?" asked Fang as she looked around.
"Better question" chimed in Crystal. " Why the fuck are we tied up?!". She pulled at the ropes that tied her hand's, trying to pull them free. It was then they all heard someone laughing. A girl's voice.
" Not so fun being the one on the reciving end, is it?" said the voice. All the girl's turned their attention to a large pile
I'm That Fat Kid-I'm That Fat Kid-I'm That Fat Kid8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I'm that fat kid.
I'm that girl who feels no need to be
I'm that kid who is judged the moment she's seen as,
"The leading cause of world hunger."
I'm the rough-'em-tough-'em bully who wouldn't hurt a fly.
I'm that fat kid.
I'm the one who dares to eat
More than half-a-meal-post-self-induced-starvation.
I'm that girl who hides while her friends are
"Dancing the night away."
I'm the Ursula in a Barbie Doll world.
I'm that fat kid
And all I have to say is: "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry for obviously doing something wrong in your eyes
And having to be the one to suffer for it.
I'm sorry that you're too bust picking on me
To notice your own problems.
I'm that fat kid,
And you know what?
This fat kid is happy with who she is.
Can you say the same thing?
Pretty GirlTwisting then her auburn hair,Pretty Girl5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Furled around a finger taut,
She tugs and twirls so aimlessly,
Grasping hard to calm a thought.
Nervously she nudges so,
A pretty girl who's in distress;
A boy she likes ignoring her,
Niggling, it means no rest.
Fussy in her stressing fume,
She lurches out with no design;
She can't begin to quell her state,
Nor hide the wails that roar inside.