Bloody Ropes_Sniffing Books Must Be Normalised_A Blue Valentines' Day_It's more than friends
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Bloody Ropes
“Hurry up before he wakes up!”“Don’t worry. I slipped him enough to be out cold for hours.”“What if she comes bawww.onedoor.ccck before we’re gone?”“One of us will be loose by then. Now, shut up and let me concentrate! The situation’s bad enough without you being hysterical.”“I think I have every reason to be hysterical!” A grunt from the other side of the room made Lilian and Julie freeze, but the man just rolled over and began snoring again.“That was too close.” Lilian let out a breath. “Almost there though.”“Come on, Lily. I know you can get us out of this.”“I’d damn well better cuz it was my dumb ass th...
Sniffing Books Must Be Normalised
Let's get one thing straight - even though I love the smell of a new book, I'm more than happy to keep sniffing them in secret.We all have our guilty pleasures and if sniffing the pages of a book is something that brings you even the slightest hint of joy, then you won't find me interfering. However, my cousin Leda, didn't seem to share that sentiment. She was going to a book sniffing convention this Friday evening. And naturally, I wanted to investigate. Mainly so that I could hold her to this very night for the rest of our lives - as one usually does. So I told her to keep me posted and here...
A Blue Valentines' Day
"Hey pal, how have you been these days? It's been a while since we really caught up on life," John Wood said to Mirtillo Togusa in a friendly tone."I've been doing really good! After all, I did get into the college I was looking into!" Mirtillo exclaimed."You got into Crystal River College??" Inquired John."Yup!! I sure did!" Mirtillo replied in an excited tone of voice."Dude that's amazing! Congratulations!" John congratulated Mirtillo while patting him on the shoulder. Mirtillo couldn't help but smile."Thank you, how have y-" Mirtillo got interrupted before he could properly finish his sente...
It's more than friendship.
Nate and I have been friends for the last eleven years. I met him on the first day of primary school. I was a messy kid so no one really wanted to hang out with me. No one except Nate. I still don’t know what intrigued him to talk to me when no one else would. What can a five year old child find intriguing in his classmate? Maybe it was my messiness. Mum would sleek down my dirty blonde hair in a braid in an attempt to tame it. But it was as wild as a jungle, unruly and untameable. Sometimes in PE I would have my shoes the wrong way around, or wear my top inside out and everyone would laugh at...