Du HasstI died exactly two months and ten days before my sixteenth birthday. You might think I’m being pathetic and emo and melodramatic. Know what I say to that? Shove it. You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. You don’t even know me. You might think you do, but you really don’t have a clue. You’re a pretty sick fucker, you know that? Reading my tragic little sob story like this. Well, I’m not going anywhere any time soon. Might as well go on until you get tired of it. On January 18 of last year, I shot myself in the head with my father’s 9 mm semi-automatic. HeDu Hasst
To My ImpThe wind is whipping my hair into my eyes and I've got sand between my toes and all over my feet and the sky is overcast, but I'm having the time of my life. This moment, here, with her, is perfect in its imperfections. She grew up around here, a few streets away from the beach we're at now, and I can tell how happy she is to be back. She can't stop grinning. Neither can I. I love seeing her happy.To My Imp
My toes curl a bit as the tail end of a wave brushes my feet. The water's much colder than the air, but it's still a chilly day, so I wrap my fleece sweater a little tighter. She glances over, still grinning like a cheshire cat, and pi
To HopeA sharp cry of pain pierced the air. Kalil swept his sword in a large arc, successfully beheading the orc he’d been fighting. He spun around, blue eyes wide with fear. That sounded like Eshè. There was another cry, weaker and more pain-filled than the first. He glanced around, trying to discern the direction the voice had come form. In the corner of his eye, he saw a frantically moving figure, but paid it no heed. If that cry had indeed been Eshè’s, his friend was hurt; he had to reach the other elf.To Hope
"Kalil! Kalil!" Aldin stabbed one orc in the throat, dragging his dagger out the side before turning slightly to the right. He sta
A Beautiful Nothing"Twenty-five for you to suck me off, fifty for me to suck you off, seventy-five if you want me to fuck you, and a hundred if you wanna fuck me. It's an extra twenty if you wanna include other stuff," he rattled off, and Spencer shivered. God, the kid couldn't have been more than seventeen!A Beautiful Nothing
The boy raised an eyebrow at him, idly taking another drag from the cigarette dangling in between his bony fingers. The blue smoke he released form his lips seconds later tinted the air, and for a moment, Spencer wanted to chastise him, tell him he was polluting. But that was silly, the businessman realized, because this was the city. The red l
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smile...it makes people wonder what you've been up to
And I will post more stuff.
Soon.
Maybe.
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Open your mind and shut your mouth.
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Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one will see the difference
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