Some SHORT horror stories off the top of my head.May be 2 sentences or 6 words. They're all mixed in.
Ariza Gonzales, the sweet soul and good student, has had an eye for Desiree Jones , the bad trouble maker for a very long time. She starts to think it won't work until one day they are partnered for a project and they start to become closer and have feelings.
"If I have to go against the current so I could see you again, I would."BASED ON NETFLIX'S OUTER BANKSMAR KENT © 2020
TW: eating disorders, self-harm, passed talks of abuse, suicidal thoughtsAfter the pack leaves for college, Liam starts to put pressure on himself to be the "alpha" of the town. Theo and his friends watch as this pulls him down a slippery slope. After a life-altering event, Liam is filled with guilt and takes it out on himself. It is up to Theo and the rest of the pack to save him before it is too late.
an AU where Gojo and Utahime get married?! Gojo and Utahime aren't the greatest at being married, especially because of Gojo's arrogance towards Utahime. But at least they're trying, right?
{EDITING} |All Aaron McCarter wants is to make his roommate's life a living nightmare, but will love get in the way of his plans for revenge?| *****"He hates her. She kind of hates/loves him. What happens when they are stuck together in the same dorm room for three months?"Danielle Landon's life has never been perfect, but for the past one and half years, it is worse than it ever was. One fateful night changed her for life. Now her best friend is lying in the hospital, unaware of everything around her. The boy she had once loved hates her. Her family has no time to include her in their plans. Her dorm room is the only place she can call her own and now it has also been invaded by her enemy... Mr. Perfect. As if it is all not enough, she gets herself a stalker... Who leaves notes and things for her in the secret. She is now entangled in something sinister and she has to face everything alone. Can she make it out of the knots in her life?
Recuerdo cuando tenía alas, las amaba pero no las cuidé bien, según yo por usarlas demasiado se estropearon. Busque cómo limpiarlas con tanta desesperación deje llevar por el enojo, más se mancharon. Trataba de sanar las heridas con más mentiras pero solo abría costras.Fue un ciclo macabro, más intentaba arreglar, más llegaba a manchar, más perdía mientras más quería recuperar.El amor se volvió odio llegando a despreciarlas, ya no podía volar, no me servían. En mi pensar solo cabía pesar, solo quería deshacerme de aquello que provocaba esos dolorosos sentimientos.Así perdí algo que valía tanto, vi como lentamente se fueron alejando. El dolor no desapareció, se volvió más intenso, sopesó por mucho tiempo, hasta que se encontró escondite en el olvido.Quizá pueda recuperarlas en esta nueva oportunidad, ahora que crecí, aprendí, mejoró mi yo interno. Quizá cometa otros errores pero estoy seguro que ahora sabré cuidarlas adecuadamente y mantenerlas conmigo, es lo único que quiero.