Blame Stories

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(If you're wondering why this sucks so hard it's because I write this a pretty long time ago. When I sucked) The Butterfly Effect is such a fascinating phenomenon. So, what would've happened... If Nagisa never crossdressed in the Island arc? Small butterfly effect? Huge consequences? A little bit of a spoiler, but it needs to be said. Later on into the story, it gets a little serious and the contents may be triggering for some people. Especially minors. Thank you. :) (If you have absolutely no idea who Karma×Nagisa, I recommend you watch the series.)

He's dead and no one knows why, and somehow, a compile of notes will come to tear them apart.

~It was another R̴̨̦͕̝Ư̡͕̭̇Ỉ͔͖̜͌Ṇ̤͛̒̍Ẹ̿͋̒̕Ḑ̴̞͛̒ day for Light in this R͉̜̎͡͠U̠҉̷̙ͦI̍̅̀̎̊N̺̻̔̆ͅḚͭ̉̇͟D̶͔̭̪̻ R͉̜̎͡͠Ḛͭ̉̇͟A̷͙ͭͫ̕L̸̖̽̌͂I̍̅̀̎̊T̨͈͗̌ͥỴ̛̖͋͢ as he left the meeting room. Red leader had started saying that Light was the cause of everything, that everything is his fault, Soren died because of him, and that he should kill himself when Red leader said that Soren's death was his fault Light froze as tears filled his eyes as the leader started saying insults and kept saying MULTIPLE times that Light should kill himself..... Little did Red leader know that his wish would come true....... (book cover and idea by squirrely hour on discord! :D)

"Noona, Do you love me..? The way... I love you?" - COMPLETED - Placed #963 in the GOT7 category Placed #329 in the Yugyeom category

"I blamed myself because I was being selfish," Kenzie typed. "I blamed myself because I should've changed her," is what Tori answered back. " I took the situation for granted. I thought that I would see her after my studies. That was my hypothesis. But I was wrong. I lost my best friend, the one who's been a sister to me." "I lost my aunt when I was in Grade school. We should've spent more memories." Tori made her own account in Wattpad to get some privacy. She made a story about someone dearest to her who died by committing suicide and she blamed herself for this. She made a promise to herself that she'd post this story and leave those memories behind. Enter Kenzie. Tori met Kenzie online after two days when she posted the story. A trip in the technological world where these two people met. A place where neither of them knew what the identity of the other is but their trust for each other made their bond stronger. They've been through the same incident. They felt the same heart-wrecking moments. Probably, a sister from another mother. Follow them in their journey as they held tightly for hope and friendship and longing for someone to understand them. [BASED ON A TRUE STORY] 2/4/2014 - [Non Fiction #409] 2/6/2014- [Non Fiction #152] [Short Story # 464] 2/7/2014- [Non Fiction #150] [Short Story # 441] 2/22/2014- [Non Fiction # 130] [Short Story # 402]

[ᴊᴇғғʀᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ] a substitute drama teacher at a suburban high school develops a taboo relationship with an unstable student, who seeks solace.

I snapped back to reality and panted trying to get some air into my lungs. It wasn't your fault I reminded myself. Not your fault, Not your fault, Not your fault... But it was, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered. How do you get over losing a lilly? It's simple- You find a sunflower.

I wrote this after an ex-girlfriend texted me to apologize for being cold during our breakup. This is an expression of the inner turmoil I felt when dealing with that breakup. I worked pretty hard on this but I am still a novice in my writing. There is too much going on and most of the descriptions are too metaphorical but I'm proud of my ability to express my feelings. Feedback and thoughts are appreciated.

Some bad things are happening within the Mindcrack group. Drama mainly but just bad things. Also let's just say that we Blame The Child.....

*Life goes on and on.. All you have to do is move on.. Smile and start your day with glee . Let your insecurities flee You are strong with your bangs and curls, Why? Because you fight like a girl. Life goes on and on.. All you have to do is move on..* Hi this is my first proper crack at poetry..... I write my mind, so I decided to pour all my thoughts into paper and present to all of you this.... You can also call these my thoughts or my opinions .. I just wrote down all my feelings... As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So I hope they can be enjoyed .. it's about what we deal with in our day to day life... Please read these poems ... All topics are written with lots of care,love and emotions..... © By @graciearya18 . All rights reserved.

"It seems I'll have to remind you fool since she has polluted your mind! Blake let me get this to you again that this bastard here is Leo's daughter! Walia Kingdom Mafia leader! Our own rival! Our enemy!" ... Nova Smith finds out about her Dad's Mafia job. Indicating that Blake together with his father, Kai, are enemies of Nova's Dad, Leo. Her discovery puts Shane, her brother's life in danger, which wasn't supposed to be revealed that he's his father's heir. Nova is blamed for deaths and Blake comes to the rescue. They fall in love while underseeking the whole truth. Will their fathers' harmonize their love? Who's behind the deaths? What about the Mafia, and the relationship between Leo and Kai? ~MY ENEMY, MY LOVE❤

Aliens? Check. Death? Check. Throw in a bit of altruism and spice it with some romance, and you'll find the flavor to be a little more than ordinary. Originality is so hard to find these days, but hopefully I hit the mark, or at least around it. Feedback is a must - please enjoy!

Every year the boy from the hospital finds her on her birthday. He just waits. For what, Treasure doesn’t want to know. She has scars from their first encounter: bite marks. He cursed her. All she ever wanted was normalcy: her parents, her best friend, Aidan, and school. He ruined everything. When he insists what he did was a gift, Treasure just wants him to stop tinseling. With everything going on she doesn’t need things talked up, she needs reality. While she fights to keep it together an enemy fights to tear it all apart. Her life isn’t the only one at stake. New rules are in play, and they have nothing against killing. Treasure may not like the curse, or the boy who cursed her, but she’s going to have to work with them if she intends to survive.

Rainy days - in which inspiration is great, so I write.

LETS MAKE THIS CLEAR; I DO NOT OWN THIS BOOK ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It's 1663 in the tiny, hardscabble Dutch colony of new Amsterdamn, now presentday Lower Manhattan. Orphan children are going missing, and inhabitants suspect a killer may be on the loose. Among those looking into the mysterious state of affairs are the quickwitted twenty-two-year-old Blandine van Couvering, a rising young trader in the colony who is herself an orphan, and Edward Drummond, a dashing, worldly Englishman with a bent for science and a secret life to conceal. While passing himself off as a grain merchant, Drummond spies on the dutch for the English king.

Wow I don't know what this is I'm just really emotional I'm sorry

This is a compilation of my poems. Everything I write is from my mind and from my perspective therefore I do not expect you to agree with everything I write. If I write about a controversial issue then obviously my views will be biased. I will respect everyone's opinions however I also expect you to respect my opinions so please no bashing the crap out of my poems. Also, I am aware that I don't have a particular rhyme scheme to my poems however poetry isn't all about rhyming ^-^