Jack Of All Trades_Seperated (Ashlyn's POV)_Ten Seconds of Kaleidoscopes_Kristof
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Jack Of All Trades
Jack of all trades and a master of none. Is it funny or mortifying that my name happens to be Jack? Fitting or fated for failure? Either way I seem to be pathetically and hopelessly remedial at absolutely everything. Isn’t everyone supposed to be good at something? I guess God glitched when it came to me. Just ask the dusty keyboard, scuffed rollerblades and stacks of “How to” books that have come to my apartment to die. My mom thinks I’m a hoarder. At this point she probably thinks I don’t even touch the gear I pick up, but the sad truth is that everything I touch dies and takes a piece of my...
Seperated (Ashlyn's POV)
Author’s Note: This is a collab I did with the awesome author Katelyn Howell. I put her link in the comments below, please check out her part (Addie’s POV) and the rest of her amazing stories. She is going to continue this story as a series, so that explains the ending. Thanks for being here, I hope you enjoy it. Have a spectacular day!☆☆☆I’m woken up in the morning by the chime of a text on my phone. I dizzily pull myself out of bed and snatch the device from my bedside table, swiping it open. One message shows up on the top of the home screen, partially covering the background of my friends ...
Ten Seconds of Kaleidoscopes
The moon peeked through a haze of purplish clouds suspwww.onedoor.ccended in the night sky of the city. The round, pearl-like orb smiled at me, but, at the moment, I didn't want to be smiled at. I wanted to be glared at. To be shown no mercy. To be given the repercussions for my transgressions. To be asked, "Why? Why did you do it, you filthy, selfish, mongrel?""I don't know," I choked out quietly, but my voice barely made it past my throat.Laying on my back in the dark alley, the world swirled around me, and everything looked like a kaleidoscope. Not that I minded. I liked kaleidoscopes. They had the abili...
Kristof
“What? Where? How did I get here? I’m so cold.”Kristof didn’t know how much time had elapsed since he passed out, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, but he awoke shivering and confused, laying in the snow by his car. He got up and noticed his windshield was covered in snow, like the rest of the vehicle.“But, but how? The note. I had a note. There was a note on my window. Where?”The note, the one written in his own handwriting, the one that he grabbed from under his wiper blade, the note was nowhere to be found. His teeth were beginning to chatter and he knew he had to get back insi...