Stories tagged “punk”

  • A Lovely Greeting

    Each tap of my knuckles against the flimsy wooden door sent a sharp pain through my ears and into my head. At last, the door creaked open. I could see my mother’s, now old and wrinkled, face looking me up and down for a moment. She then opened th...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Another day of Prison Ahead

    Closing my diary, I lean back in my chair. The thoughts of his stare, his smile fall into my mind and immediately I feel angry again. That preppy boy, why must he like me? You can see it in his eyes. He has those puppy dog eyes. How can he like me when...