-
Sam opened her eyes as she felt an arm around her. She looked up, shocked to see a tall gothic guy standing in front of her, trying to help her up. She slowly got up.
‘Where -
‘Hello?’ she said, reaching for her mobile in her pocket, as she lay in agony on the floor.
‘It’s Drake,’ he said, she smiled, but it hurt too much.by -playing-dead- 900 words, 2 comments, on Nov 14 11:29 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Other, Romance -
She arrived at the house; it was smaller than her old house, a bit run down.
‘I’ve been doing it up in my spare time; will look better in no time.’ He said, looking up at thby -playing-dead- 800 words, 2 comments, on Nov 13 1:17 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Other, Romance -
‘What’s going on? Why are you crying again?’ he asked, approaching her, getting closer and closer.
‘I can’t do this anymore Drake, it’s not you, it’s me, I just need to getby -playing-dead- 800 words, 3 comments, on Nov 12 1:34 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Other, Romance -
‘Come on.’ He said, whispering in my ear, ‘walk two steps forward, up the stairs and you there.’ I held onto his hands tightly, scared I would fall, the steps were steep and I
-
‘Seth?’ she whispered, not wanting to wake her parents.
‘Lyns?’ his tired voice answered. -
She began sauntering over the car park, looking up at the building, massive and bricked. She walked on, a confidence flowed through her as she stared at the door, her eyes narr
-
-
‘Oh my god!’ I shouted, crawling across the bed, away from him lying, his black hair scrunched up against the pillow, his mouth wide open, his eyes shut.
He began rolling ar -
He knocked at the door, feeling the harshness of the cold, blowing hard into his pale face. He waited, peering into the window beside the steps. He began turning, thinking no o
-
The guy looked back and forth from me and Mike and all I could do was stand still, clenching his hand.by -playing-dead- 1100 words, 3 comments, on Oct 22 6:46 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Other, Romance
-
‘Why are you crying?’ a deep voice said.
I turned, seeing a tall dark figure. It was pitch black and even the brightest stars did not show his face. I curled myself closer t -
by -playing-dead- 600 words, 2 comments, on Oct 18 3:57 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Adult, Crime, Science fiction
-
‘Morning hun.’ He said, running his hands through my hair.
‘Hello,’ I said, receiving a sweet kiss. -
It had been a week since it happened and I was still in shock, despair and gloom. School had not been a part of my life for several weeks and I refused to let it be for a few m
-
I woke to a hospital bed, feeling a tight grip around my arm, bandage, and blood seeping through. ‘ouch!’
‘She’s awake.’ The nurse beside me said quietly. -
I fell to the floor, feeling petrified of the minutes ahead. Three men were standing, shouting. But as I lay on the floor I noticed a guy next to me, brown hair and pretty good
-
‘What did he look like?’ The suited man shouted, leaning onto the table, eyeballing the boy.
‘I don’t know, I told you, I just phoned him when the girl came, he said she was -
She woke to shouting, ‘Sis?’ her brother shouted.
She was in the same field, colder, shivering and feeling absolutely drained. -
Days past where she would visit him, refusing to go to school, spending many hours by Ben’s side. He was becoming happier, more confident around his new disabled friends. She w
-
by -playing-dead- 900 words, 1 comment, on Sep 17 6:53 AM 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Romance, Young adult
-
She woke to the sound of beeps, doctors were crowded around her and she was so shocked she passed out straight away. After several days of waking and passing out, she finally w
-
She arrived half an hour late, the jet club. She walked in, down the long corridors covered with posters of new bands. Music faded into her ears, getting louder and louder as s
-
‘I’ll see you later.’ She said, running off to Jay.
She greeted him with a kiss as Ben stared, certain sadness in his blue eyes and the only sadness he could not talk to her -
Winchester was a small town in the South of England. But recently crime rates had gotten higher and everyone in the town seemed to have gone crazy – stealing, getting into figh
-
-
She opened the closet door and kissed him again.
-
‘where on earth have you been? Studying till twelve? I don’t think so young lady.’
Sarah couldn’t help but carry on smiling, this was one night she wouldn’t let her mother t -
Adam greeted her, coke in hand, just as always.
‘why are you so happy?’ he said, wiping his tired eyes. -
She stared, stuck in a trance, at the gorgeous sight before her. She was speechless and as he grabbed a chair to sit beside her, she slowly melted into the seat.
‘err hi, I’ -
It was a day like any other, Sarah woke to her mother’s shouting and her brother’s annoying toy fire engine, zooming down the hallway. She sat up in her crumpled sheets, stretc
-
-
-
I knew this day would come, when a small police car would park outside my house to tell me he was gone. I just didn’t realise how soon it would come. Every night he would ride
-
They both remember that beautiful night like it was yesterday. She thought about nothing for hours except getting closer to him. But that was pretty much was impossible as she
Stories by -playing-dead-, by newest first
|
|
Stories by -playing-dead-Search -playing-dead-'s storiesBrowse Stories, byBrowse other typesCategories2000 words, 2000-5000 words, 5000 words, 600-2000 words, <600 words, >5000 words, Crime, Dark, Depression, Fantasy, Fiction, First person, Hmm, Horror, Humor, Inspirational, Life, Love, Other, Romance, Science fiction, Teen, Young adult, AdultSign up for FREEA free account is required to comment and participate. It's fast, free, and easy! 
Already a member?Our MissionTo help you improve your writing skills, by providing a fun environment to share your stories. Join a small group or get to know your fellow writers! → Learn moreOnline: 195Moderators - add ticket Greeters - ask question Gold members
↓
137 visitors → Show all onlinePlease Support Storywrite |
|
Notify an Admin •
Chat •
Random •
Categories •
Lists •
Terms of Use •
Contact Us
Our sites: Poetry, Critical Poetry, Old Poetry, Quotes, Philosophy, Journals. © Social Design | |