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me here, I mainly wrote this for a cautionary measure against the horrid thing called the PG-13 and how I like certain things done. I feel like if I label this story as mature even if it has like maybe one, maybe two, or maybe- who really gives a damn.…

You will always fall and get back up and be stronger than ever, this is what happened to me I failed and got back up it has been 8 months at the gym and changes are happening. I can see my body changing into something I can be proud. I'm not the only one that can achieve this anybody can everyone will fail at some point but everyone or anyone is capable of getting back up and achieving what they want to accomplish. I believe that failure should make you stronger not weaker but a better…

What would you do if you were the only person in your class who was not allowed to wear overalls? You’re the odd ball and the classic bandwagon argument of “everyone else is wearing them!” does not work, and your mother just does not seem like she’s going to change her mind anytime soon. Then your mother comes back with the famous “You’re not everyone else” or “I’m raising you to a higher standard”. You say “why not?” she says, “because I said so” and that’s yet again another argument you have…

horrible self. He barked at me to move the compartments again. It took me most of the day to move them all, but it was Carl’s taunts the whole time that infuriated me. “You seem to do better when you’re angry,” he sneered at me when I moved the last one and let it fall down with a deep echoing crash. “You’ve proven that you can move objects, but now it’s time to see if…

Your sister is relentlessly struggling from your sexual assault. Tears are flowing down her cheek and her mascara is ruining her beautiful complexion. It appears the alcohol she consumed is wearing off. It will be a hassle, if she remembers the the next day of her rape. Even more troubling, if she reports the rape to the police or your parents. -You need to think of another solution to make her more gullible. You release your hold on Katie's arms and sat beside her. You smile pleasantly to…

Change. That simple word can mean a million different things to different people. Change for me is taking that one step in a direction that may make me feel uncomfortable, but it may be the beginning of the biggest step of my life. Change is everywhere we look. At other times, change can seem slow, and almost nonexistence. But change is always there, whether we realize it or not. It is the small and simple things that change with the new day. As we learned in class, there are several mechanisms…

screens to portray a positive and encouraging message. There is one man watching a video online of two men fighting but once the red fog effects his computer then men fighting begin laughing instead. It also shows a woman crying on a bus station bench that is cheered up because the screen right beside her broadcasts an encouraging message, “We got this.” It then shows a kid riding in a bus looking at a Facebook post that says, “No one likes you.” He feels discouraged but as soon as the red fog…

“Can you promise me something?” Maybe it was the serious tone in his voice, or, just that particular arrangement of words, but Shawn’s question made Celia panic. “That depends…” she said with hesitance. “Promise me you’ll wipe the extra ice cream off my face before we leave.” Celia instantly relaxed and began laughing. “You know,” said Shawn, his tone heavy with sarcasm, “it’s rude to laugh at people. Especially those with disabilities.” Celia gasped dramatically. “How dare you accuse me of…

It was a busy night in New York City, many cars and people traveling through the bustling city. Sasha had just finished up a gig in a small club, before heading home for the night. Sasha knew walking home alone at night was risky, but she had no other option. Her phone had died a few hours ago and there was no way she would be able to hail a cab. So she continued on her way, anxiousness steadily rising within her. She knew this street was risky for the LGBTQ+ community, knowing many hate…

Ive just came through the door, tired from a long day of classes and work. As i'm entering i see you on the couch playing dark souls, and watching you curse at the screen makes me forget about any stress I had as i have to hold back my laughter. You didn't hear me come in, you were too focused fighting a boss. I notice that you didnt see me come in so I decide to try and scare you. I come up behind you and grab you while simultaneously yelling "SUP FUCKER". You are extremely startled you threw…