Stories


Remember when you and your friend were always close and you could tell each other anything? You were the closest to each other and nobody else came between you two?After some time, you noticed that this friend was acting abit strange, and they wasn’t giving you the attention you usually had.. wasup with him/her? you asked yourself. This friend gradually started hanging out with you less and you never spoke to each other that much. They started acting abit more ‘kool’ and they felt that you was oldskool..What if it’s a guy, or a gyal? you thought to yourself.. i’ve never seen them act this strange before.

Turns out, what you thought was right. They wanted to join the scene too and you was left behind, you’re still a kid in their eyes but they’ve grown up. I’m hangin with the bad boyz now, or the ‘thuggetez.’ (more…)

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AHHHHHHH!

Once upon a time, there was a boy who would get angry frequently. He would get angry over anything and everything. His father came up with an outlet for his anger.

 “Come here my son” he called for him. When the boy came, he was handed a bunch of nails and a hammer by his father.

“Whenever you’re angry, I want you to go out and hammer these nails in until you find yourself not angry anymore.”

Hmm…that sounded like a good way to let off some steam. So every single day you would find that boy outside hammering in nails into the fence.

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If you knew what lied behind these dark eyes, these morbid thoughts you would not come so close, you would run. Where I sat at the edge of my bed a sharp object looked at me; I could hear it calling my name, in a soft seductive tone. The razor glistening so brightly before my eyes, its edges perfectly curled into a 90 degree angle. My thoughts started to torment me; everything that lingered in my body was transfixed on fulfilling my whims. I grabbed the razor, my right hand trembling gently and I slowly revealed my left wrist. (more…)