Stories tagged “hate”

  • Forever and Ever. Amen.

    She scowled. Her devoutly red lips lifted slightly as she said his name: “Andrew”. That name! It was both wonderful and terrible. Honest and deceitful. Loving and hating. Andrew. He followed her eyes to the chocolate chip muffin he held in...

    • Author: Laine Grey
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Jealousy leads to Hatred

    This school was too low for me. Everyone was below me in some way. And it seemed the only way they could express their jealousy was by making fun of me. I merely ignored all the kids making fun of me from the buses as they drove by me, who was walking ...

  • Lord of the Pens

    Boris was frustrated. The H2 pencil he had just sharpened had broken it’s tip again, and he had made a large, ugly scratch mark on the previously virginal paper. You see, Boris did not like ballpoint pens, in fact he hated them so much that he...

  • I'm A Cheater?

    “She just doesn’t understand that nothing happened between you and me, Lauren.” “Trevor, you shouldn’t be here,” she said to me, but I came in anyway. She’s still packing up her dorm room. “I know, I̵...

  • Secrets. (An Amelia & Patrick Story). Intro.

    The story is about Amelia and Patrick. In The ATL. Amelia Jones— Is 15 and she has a brother named Darell. Darell Jones (AKA Dj)— Is 17 and his bestfriend is Patrick. Patrick Breeding (AKA Pat or P.)— Is 16 1/2 and his and Darell̵...

    • Author: KeyAndra B.
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 1 out of 5
  • Scars

    I dont want to be, another corporate causualty and while i suffer in silence you live in denial about everything So if you could please, take your knife out of my back, it’s your favorte angle of attack, it’s where you stabbed me your ignor...

  • heartless (not a poem)

    She died hated. Only the undertaker witnessed her burial. Yet she was the one they called heartless. She lived in a world of hate. She made that world. Nobody has ever seen her smile. But everybody sees her every mistake. That’s why they thought ...

  • Hello, My Name is Persiphany Vanderbilt

    “Hello, my name is Persiphany Vanderbilt. I know my name is strange, but I didn’t choose it. You ever think about that? You know, how a name is the second gift you get in this world… The first, of course, is birth. And sometimes I won...

    • Author: Laine Grey
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Silk (Mature)

    It was exactly 9:00 p.m, on the third Wednesday of August, in the year of 20o6. I was a mess. Mad. Sad. Furious. Mad. And then there was Parker. Happy. Joyful. Gleeful. Happy. He hummed a familiar tune, Michael Jackson, I think, as he hopped up the ste...

  • That Kind of Guy

    He’s the kind of guy That if you didn’t hate him With all your being; If you didn’t disagree With every breath He took; If you didn’t yell At him For doing acceptable things; If you didn’t Despise him So, So much, You̵...

  • We Were Almost Happy

    When I close my eyes I can feel your fingertips gently gliding across my skin, and slowly tracing my lips. I can feel your hand tightly enclosed in mine as you whisper that you love me while looking in my eyes. All of the memories are playing in my hea...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Without The Rain

    Truer words were never spoken, Ah, but true words leave hearts broken! Truth is only for the wise, Lovers ought to stick to lies. For a rose can’t live without the rain, And a heart can’t strive without the pain. But part of loving is letting ...

  • Without The Rain Part 2

    For a rose can’t live without the rain, And a heart can’t strive without the pain. But part of loving is letting go. But I just can’t live with this woe! So now I run for a knife. This is my new way of life! Truth is, I love you with all my ...

  • 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover

    Leonie knew that there were 50 ways to leave your lover; Paul Simon had told her that nearly every time she turned on the radio. Sometimes, when they were sitting on the couch, she’d whisper, “Still crazy after all these years…” Ares, that is, ...

    • Author: Laine Grey
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Why I Hate The Bus

    I take this bus to work and back every day. Every day I sit in the seat at the back, tired and miserable. Sometimes I stare out the window at the grey skies and littered streets of my shitty town, but usually I just watch the people I’m forced to...

    • Author: Silven
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Dark Channels

    I don’t know if the boy was looking for me when he ventured into his own subconscious or if our meeting was merely accidental. I don’t know if he understood what I was, what I could offer, and what I would take in return. What I do know is ...

    • Author: Silven
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Wind Chimes

    I hate wind chimes. I remember sitting on Grandma’s porch with her everyday, talking, waiting for Jim the mailman, watching people as they walk down our alley. There were always wind chimes. I could hear them, and until I grew up and actually sta...

    • Author: Katie
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Journaling is a Pastime of Mine... Forced Upon Me

    Monday, 22nd, Bedroom Frankie says I have to write in this book. I have told him, over and over, that he is NOT the boss of me, and therefore can NOT tell me what to do under any circumstances, but unfortunately Frankie has not quite grasped this conc...

  • And I Saw the Ocean

    I drowned on August fifteenth of the year 2006. The sun glinted off of the pellucid water; it created a web of turquoise and white around me, struck me dumb with its brilliance. A cloud of fine ivory sand followed my wake whenever I moved. I was sure t...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Regrets

    Sometimes thinking about the past Is the worst thing Because it brings back all the memories And all the pain I can’t believe What I always wanted Was so close I couldn’t wait I had to go ahead and bang This stupid jerk And now I am regretti...

  • Banana

    He ripped open the peel, violently squeezing the banana as it resisted his tug, the guts of it spilling out between his fingers and dripping slowly onto the floor. He looked at the mess, shook his head in disappointment, and pulled away the rest of the...

    • Author: Sam Ervin
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Come see me(“My song”)

    rrr….I always want to escape just to relax from all this presor…i am alone.But i knwo what you did.You use my mind.Its all so sit the romanse of you. Well this is your end. So shit around you but now i must be right.All this death rise up.My mind

    • Author: Lth{IX}
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • numb

    Its cuts so deep In a life of lies Who’s to blame? Why the shame Why the pain in your eyes? Did it really have to end in a world of cries? Energy or enemy? Time to break ties Weak with the weak And the strong to this side War of the damned ItR...

    • Author: Ath
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Creation and destruction

    His eyes were crossed. The cold cylindrical corridor stared at His face. Air pooled around Him and cooled the sweat which seemed like a constant reminder of His life these days- something cold, putrid- something that is produced to help, but is only a ...

  • The Five Steps

    You loved my writting while you were here so now I write for you. I wanted to write about my sorrow but that seemed obvious and boring. I wanted to write about my anger and hate but that seemed too cliché. I wanted to write about the empty feeling you...

    • Author: Mockingbird
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5