Be brutally honest. It is the only way I will learn.
Stories
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Dear Disrespectful, Blasphemous Human being
Dear Disrespectful, Blasphemous, Inconsiderate Human Being, Stop being a contemptuous prick that stays up all hours of the night. Unlike some people, I actually go to sleep in the evening. This may be because I work, and have responsibilities. Two thin...
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Growing Up
Moira sat on the wooden swing, rocking back and forth. The sun would rise at any moment. “Are you ready?” asked Hope. “No, I don’t want to lose you,” replied Moira. “Maybe you won’t. Maybe you will still find m...
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Mr. Keeble's Ass
Eduardo slumped into his writing chair. “Don’t hunch like that, Eduardo,” said Mr. Keeble as he sat on the cherry wood desk. “Don’t sit on my writing-table: you’ll break it,” muffled Eduardo. Mr. Keeble lectured on, &#...
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Little Miss Muffet
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A Silly Girls Plea
“Eduardo, why are you leaving me at a time like this!” “Because, to be painfully honest, your chest is flat.” “We talked about that, though. I can get implants…” “No, no. It won’t work.” ̶...
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The Breaking Point
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Poor Ela
The walls turned a dark grey, as the color was sucked out of the world. Ela squeezed her bed frame. She was not about to have another one of “those” again. “Ela, you silly girl. You can’t hide from me.” Ella lifted up her ...
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A Damn Thing
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As Life Crumbles
Hearing footsteps down the hall, I slipped into the closet. If he caught me in his study, I would be dead. He opened the door and drunkenly made his way to a chair. Minutes after a slender blonde woman came prancing into the room. “Are you sure ...
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The Unfortunate Occurences of Sam Wilderbee
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Baby Fat?
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Laughter
You sat on the edge of your bed, staring down at the dusty floor. It was night time, and as usual, you could not fall asleep. You rocked back and forth waiting for the floor boards to speak to you. You’re favorite song they spoke was that of laug...
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Brutally Honest.
They sat face to face on the couch, staring at each other. “You didn’t lose your virginity to me?” asked Jack. “No, I lost it to Sarah,” replied Margo. “You lost it to Sarah. Who is a girl.” “Yes, Jack.&#...
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I love you so much Roberto...
Her red lipstick glistened under the moonlight. “I love you so much Roberto,” she cooed. “My name is Joe,” I replied. She loosened her grip on my shirt, and her image began to fade away. “No, no! I am Roberto. I was just k...
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Teenagers
I hate therapy. It’s for psychopaths and emotionally compormised losers. I am neither of those. I’m just a teenager. And teenagers do stupid things. Stupid things like skipping school, spraypainting buildings, smashing mailboxes, and drivi...
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A New Years Conversation
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A boy
There was a boy who picked his nose. He also liked to lick his toes. It made me sick, To see him lick, And to sit there in his dirty clothes.
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Bath
My ashes sink into my bath. The water turns an inky black. My head sits underneath the waves. I lay there for days and days. I slowly drown in my own pain, As the ceiling turns to rain. I watch the water as it trickles. Water overflows in little ripple...
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The Love of Ficly
There is only one place to go to when no one else will listen; Ficly; a better, shorter story. -LittleSecrets
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Red Lipstick
She took out her glossy red lipstick and applied another layer. Her sinister eyes glared at him as he cast his downwards. “I can explain,” he mumbled under his breath. “I would rather you didn’t,” she cooed. “Because...
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The old man was snoring.
It was raining. It was pouring. The old man was snoring, so loudly that he didn’t hear his front door creek open. It was raining. It was pouring. The old man was snoring, so loudly that he didn’t hear the footsteps in his house. It was rain...
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Honesty
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Sorry
“Oh come on, nice thighs…” I could feel her whisper in my ear as she sat inches away from me. “But I’ve never been with a girl…” “There’s a first for everything Rose. Try it! It’s fun, I swear...
