A young German lad with an allergy to empathy and sensitivity processes his first romantic experiences in a diary entry. A comedy short story containing black humor and strong language.
I used to believe in forever， but forever is too good to be true。
If you don't appreciate me， somebody else will。As simple as that。
Do not， for one repulse， forgot the purpose that you resolved to effort。
Never sacrifice who you are just because someone has a problem with it。
I was walking past the mental hospital the other day,
and all the patients were shouting, ’13….13….13.’
The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a
little gap in the planks, so I looked through to see
what was going on.
Some idiot poked me in the eye with a stick!
Then they all started shouting, ’14….14….14.’
This is about a girl who isn't really good with love.
I kinda got this from my Billie Eilish soundtrack
*insert coughing noises*
Hailey's brother, Harrison, has become her legal guardian after a couple of years of surviving in a traumatic foster home.
However, Hailey was unknown to the new addition to the house. Or in this case, Hailey and Harrison were the addition.
Moving in with her brothers best friend, who has known them since they were little, leads to many awkward situations and a lot of explaining.
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How many of us have heard of people bumping into each other, messing the other person's clothes with either coffee or smoothies and an ignition of a romantic spark being created? Well, I heard that too.
Now it was a totally different story for Alexa Roberts, a regular assistant tripping onto Alexander Styles the founder and owner of High-Tech industries. She spoils his favourite Armani shirt and now she has to pay for her clumsy mistake.
Holly shit! Did she just break an antique vas as well?
Cover by Jyansiz
To fool a bookworm, one needs a good book. Seventeen-year-old Vellary Carr, unknowingly seals her fate with the devil when she purchases a book online.
Prior to its arrival, Vellary first handedly experiences what it's like to face mass humiliation, and so, upon discovering a spell book lying inside the package instead of her purchased good, Vallery seizes the opportunity to seek revenge.
Hugo Axel, the "bad boy" of Roset High, has fancied Vellary since middle school. So when his best friend brutally abases her, conflict arises within him. To do what's right or to stick with his brother?
However, before Hugo can truly decide, a slight shift in the air unlocks a door to another. He doesn't realise the abnormality of it all until the very next morning, when he wakes up in a very unfamiliar room.
With a very unfamiliar feeling.
And when he looks in the mirror, he sees a very familiar face.
But it's not his.
It's Vellary Carr's.
His one and only crush.
Humans often fear what is unknown. What is beyond sight, beyond science.. The mere concept can be terrorizing.
Benjamin Augensteine was not expecting to plow into the semi-truck.
Benjamin, upon wakening, witnessed the most terrifying thing in his entire life.. (The second most terrifying being a rather unpleasant visit to a public restroom)
This ..thing.. was known as a ghost. An actual unliving, sophisticated, extremely bored ghost.
That was the first one. There were many more unpleasantries to follow.
There's a difference between a good ghost- Meaning the people who deliberately try to cut out your WiFi for a few minutes, -and the bad ghosts. Benjamin happens to be in the mix of both types. As a neutral, he's one of the few who aren't too keen on this whole ghost business. In fact, Benjamin refuses to believe in such a thing.
So, with ghost bandits and ghost saints trying to win over Benjamin, an anti-ghost believer, with a mourning friend who seems to be the only person that can be consulted with- All while having to keep up with ghostly duties, -this supernatural tale brings one hell of a ride.
Kim Yeseul is sent to help a man who is obsessed with money and doesn't care about anything else. Kim Taehyung is his name. He is a jerk, stubborn, ignorant, and ungrateful person, but Yeseul turns out developing feelings towards Taehyung.
"You mean nothing to me. All I care about is money. I don't care about nothing else. Got that?"
Do you like school?
What if it was more…interesting?
Ever wish you could figure out what was going to happen next? What your mom will make for dinner, which lego set will not have missing parts, or what are you going to get for Christmas. Or important things like is my friend going to be okay, will i get hurt doing this, or what is going to happen to my life a year from now.
Don't, please don't ever wish this on yourself. Please, it is not amazing, cool, or hardly even useful. I dream what will happen, a day, a week, a month, who knows how long. Perhaps it is a few seconds, or it's an hour long. Most dreams i never remember until it actually plays out. There are however a few, very few, that stay with me through the night, sitting inside my head until i realize that they are there. They wait until their brother comes up someday, and then they leave.
The human mind wasn't created to see the future. If there was, I wouldn't be writing this. It hurts for your mind to reach out into the featureless wall that is the future. I say that because it is a wall, no gaps, no doors, no windows. Crystal balls, mirrors, cards, and fortune-telling are all false, tricks and guessing. There is nothing that can penetrate that wall.
My mind found a way to jump it though. Maybe teleportation happens in the psyche and not space-ships. My conscience jumps past the wall, and lands in the garden. From there it brings back a seed from the garden. But that seed can be dropped, lost on the way back to the body; these are the ones I don't remember. Perhaps they find a place to grow, maybe they will grow in the wall. Even rocks can be split by the roots of trees. Maybe someday the roots of those seeds will tear down the wall.
There is a cost to jumping that wall. Headaches, depression, and more. Sometimes my mind revolts, and refuses to sleep and jump the wall. The worst though, is when it brings back things that should be left in the future. Ways to cheat life, events that lose their surprise, information that shouldn't be known yet.
Imagine watching your wife or husband die, and the next day you meet them for the first time. Knowing every detail of how your friend will hurt you, weeks before they ever will.
I fight. I fight to forget. For my friends. For my family. For you, if need be. Ignorance is bliss, and knowing is pain. I will fight to forget you. I will fight to forget it all.