The Pish-Up Ments: A Short Story

Whenever I sought advice, I had often relied on you. You had always answered to my calls, regardless of how trivial or serious the subject was (you especially helped me on matters with regards to Nancy, but I could tell you were having fun). While you do pick on me from time to time, it has always been in a more light-hearted and playful fashion. Though, I will say that at times, you

Slowly I moved up her body, kissing and biting, “And I want to shove my cock in that wet fucking cunt of yours.” I said when I was face to face with her. Then I kissed her and bit her bottom lip before rolling onto my back. I knew right away it wasn’t going to work very well, not with our height difference, but I wasn’t about to stop her and argue my point. If she wanted to wrap those full pink lips around my cock I wasn’t going to stop her.

I never meant to hurt you in any way and make you feel like I didn’t want to talk to you, or that you or movie night or Skype time or any of our other events were a chore. But I wasn’t ignoring you either. I just had a busy weekend. Maybe I should’ve warned you about that, but you also should’ve been vocal about how you were feeling. If you suspected that I didn’t care or was starting to care less or just didn’t like that we weren’t talking as much for that weekend, you should’ve told me. Instead, it was like you just let everything explode at once.

As a sentimental person I don't want to just put anything on my body, When I get a tattoo I want it to have a meaning behind it. Recently I had a pet pass and he was very dear to me. He was my first dog. His name was Rico and he was a chihuahua mix. In honor of him I would want to get his paw print tattooed on the left side of my ribcage.

Because you failed to honor your promise to me and secondly, because you are well aware that my feelings extend much further and deeper than casual quit buddies, Specifically, you had agreed (out of pure kindness and respect for me) that you would not pursue a romantic relationship with someone on the forum or post the details of your love life. This is why I assumed the message was for me. In addition, It was quite disappointing to learn that you did not come to my defense in regards to Jo, the forum bully aka mean girl, who is extremely fickle, unkind, and judgemental even towards her group members who have been nothing but supportive to her. In my eyes, so smart and yet so dumb! It's such a shame that she hasn't grown up yet and doesn't

People constantly let me down. I constantly let myself down. I have been like trump and built a wall around my life. You on the other hand have a superpower no other person has. You can phase through walls, and you have mine. You're the only person I trust to not let me down. I want to keep you that way. I don’t want to take away that superpower or I will be all alone inside my walls. Your different Ashleigh. I am getting all mad about the smallest things because around this time is when I have been starting to get cheated on. So I am paranoid that I am going to lose you like I lose everything else. I don’t try to get worked up, it is just my inner self telling me “Hey! Remember that thing that happened around this time in your relationship. Yeah, it might be happening again.” But everytime that happens, you just walk through those walls and make everything better. You make me a better person. Instead of having those walls maybe you can help me build a window and a door and stuff so I can start to open up again. I want you to be the person to do that, and you have those

The first time Bitty witnessed Jack succumb to his anxiety, that’s all he was; a witness.

She was able to drink from an open cup, and she was given a spork, however she was using her pointer finger and thumb on her right hand to feed herself. She was eating tatter-tot casserole. She was eating a fruit melody with the spork using her right hand to hold the utensil, and while she was holding the spork with the right hand she was using her left hand to pick up the open cup, and drink milk.

It was a dark and cold halloween night me and my friend Toony were trick or treating and these kids that were bullies at our local school were following us calling our names saying means things. So we ran and ran as fast as we could they didn’t catch up because they weren’t in the best of shape but we were. So once they were no longer in sight me and Toony started to walk we didn't see them for the rest of the night that we knew of but once we were about two miles away from my house. We heard a noise the bullies came storming out of the woods almost scared me half to death so we ran and ran they started getting closer which was a surprise so we just ran into this abandoned house where we hid out for the night. After about 3 hours they had

The elderly wombat ran for his life, trying to get away from the horrifying dog-like creature that sprinted after him. Then, the wombat realized what was behind him: a dingo, one of the wombat’s main predators. He ran into his tunnel, blocking the entrance with his body.

There came the night that I had gotten even with them, I remember it vividly. To the people who know me they say it was the day I had finally snapped. “Snapped” to me that’s a funny word, like I’m broken somehow. The truth is, I never snapped at all. I had wanted and had planned my revenge on Michael Stanley, Erik Johnson, and all the rest of them pricks who tormented me more than anything else in this world. Revenge on anyone who had ever treated me like I wasn’t human, like I was just some animal to kick and spit upon, they were all fair game in my book. I was going to make sure they all

Eventually, finished were the movies, and the group decided to take a stroll about the mall, where Nicole informed her friends that she needed to travel towards the washroom. Little did they apprehend, that this would signify the last moment she would be seen. For the simplistic understanding, that she had been kidnaped that evening. For this purpose, the inhabitants of the town began searching day by day, however, they could not locate her anywhere. As a result, weeks went by and eventually a couple of lads over by the lake snaked up an ID of the teenager. In view of this, it denoted the first lead the police had discovered and remained ample for the jealous boyfriend of Nicole to perform an anonymous call to the police, framing Donte to

I waiting for some sort of reaction, and it came by him scooting a body space or two away from me. I had sat too close to him, and he didn’t like that. I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like everything I could do wrong I did. After fidgeting around with the dust and dirt laying around us, I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to run off, and I almost did but then he spoke. D’Angelo didn’t say just one thing, but two, then three, and just kept talking. It made me so confused. At first I was confused that he didn’t think I was so “uncool” after throwing bark in his eyes and sitting too close next to him, but that quickly turned into confusion about what he was talking about. It sounded like he was quoting pages out some boring “adult”

She always knew there was something wrong with her younger sister Rize. She was cruel and sadistic and took joy in others pain, excluding Erza and her twin sister Riza. Erza and Riza were much closer than Erza was with their young sister, following the common stereotype that twins were stuck to each other by the hip. Nevertheless Erza loved her little sister despite the fact that deep inside she knew that Rize was evil.

It was Sunday. The sun was hiding behind an accumulation of clouds. Aiden was sitting on his old raggy couch, as bored as can be. Aiden wasn’t your regular 21 year old. He just had a battle with crystal meth about 12 months ago. He had fully recovered now but he had been getting cravings over the past few weeks. He was still good mates with his dealer, Aaron, and he had been offered a free hit if he ever wanted one. There was so many times in the past few weeks where he had that yearning desire that he needed to fulfil. He had been battling with himself whether to call his dealer or not for days now. It was a hard decision for Aiden. He could fulfil his ambition and lose his will power or he could stay clean and strong.