1-17
I just woke up in a hurry, I have a brilliant idea! I, Jane Crow, will write as therapy! My ex can mock me and my petty emotions all he wants, for I will write to block out his voice; his beautiful, kind, gentle voice...or at least it was til he met her. Nows a good as time as ever to start!
Am I pretty enough to be your throw rug?
Do I match the curtains?
Maybe my blood can water the plants.
My tears can fill up the goldfish bowl.
Am I pretty enough to be your dolly?
Do I fit in your doll house?
I hope I dont break anything.
I move whenever you tell me too.
Am I pretty enough to be y
1-16
Well this might get interesting, today I woke up and walked out to the living room where I heard my ex chatting with his new love interest on the phone. 'Yea, I know, I really hope this continues on, I have never felt this way before' That just hurt, we recently broke up after three years of dating, I was preparing to move...
Later
Just got in an arguement with him, Shit I feel fucking empty. Like everyones just running by me, and I am just reaching to get some help but everyone avoids me like I am crazy...
Later Still
Apologized, he laughed,
1-17
I just woke up in a hurry, I have a brilliant idea! I, Jane Crow, will write as therapy! My ex can mock me and my petty emotions all he wants, for I will write to block out his voice; his beautiful, kind, gentle voice...or at least it was til he met her. Nows a good as time as ever to start!
Am I pretty enough to be your throw rug?
Do I match the curtains?
Maybe my blood can water the plants.
My tears can fill up the goldfish bowl.
Am I pretty enough to be your dolly?
Do I fit in your doll house?
I hope I dont break anything.
I move whenever you tell me too.
Am I pretty enough to be y
1-16
Well this might get interesting, today I woke up and walked out to the living room where I heard my ex chatting with his new love interest on the phone. 'Yea, I know, I really hope this continues on, I have never felt this way before' That just hurt, we recently broke up after three years of dating, I was preparing to move...
Later
Just got in an arguement with him, Shit I feel fucking empty. Like everyones just running by me, and I am just reaching to get some help but everyone avoids me like I am crazy...
Later Still
Apologized, he laughed,
I who loved another Prologue by sanzo-follower, literature
Literature
I who loved another Prologue
My Name is Johnathan.
Most people call me John, and to tell you the truth, that's what I've gotten used to, so I'd rather you call me by that.
So, what is my tale about?
It's about Love.
Lust.
Anger.
Pride.
Jealousy.
The very bit of man's soul that craves for attention.
My story is the story of every other man, and possibly, the story of many other people as well.
Now...
care to listen?
I who loved another ch1 page 3 by sanzo-follower, literature
Literature
I who loved another ch1 page 3
Why do I not love this woman? This incredibly wonderful and brilliant woman by the name of Isabella, who deserves all my love and should have all my love.
But I cannot give it to her...
...and I do not understand why.
She's gazing at me right now, with those eyes of hers that I love so much. I can feel her tracing her fingers on my cheeks, on my skin. It feels so good, I wish she wouldnt stop.
Lust.
Is this what lust is? To want somebody, even though I do not love that person.
Yet, I was told that lust is the sin of the flesh, the need to tamper upon another body for sexual pleasure.
It was not always like that for me with Isabella.
P
I who loved another Ch1 p6 by sanzo-follower, literature
Literature
I who loved another Ch1 p6
"Dismissed."
Like music to my ears.
I lifted my ass from the office chair and quickly left the meeting hall. It was never pleasant to sit in a room, listening to a bunch of strangers argue about the company's new project and whatever crap they deemed necessary to talk about. I sipped my coffee and dunked it into a nearby trash can.
As I got to the steps, I realized that I had no idea where I was or where to go in the city, except for the hotel I was staying at. I had just come from the city where I originally was from.
I touched my cheek.
"Come home soon," she said. Then she kissed my cheek ever so gently.
I smiled a bit and walked down
1-16
Well this might get interesting, today I woke up and walked out to the living room where I heard my ex chatting with his new love interest on the phone. 'Yea, I know, I really hope this continues on, I have never felt this way before' That just hurt, we recently broke up after three years of dating, I was preparing to move...
Later
Just got in an arguement with him, Shit I feel fucking empty. Like everyones just running by me, and I am just reaching to get some help but everyone avoids me like I am crazy...
Later Still
Apologized, he laughed,
Still gonna be afk for a while, I do check up on this account occasionally, may just scrap the entired project then put actual stories up, dunno...
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Cinderella:
[ ] One of your parents is dead
[ ] You are expected to do a lot of chores
[x] You love to dress up
[x] You love animals
[x] You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming
[ ] Your mom is really strict
[x] You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you
[x] You're afraid to speak your mind sometimes
[x] You have left your shoes at a friend's house before
[x] You have blonde hair
TOTAL: 7
Belle:
[x] You've kissed someone y
This is a prose writing account of an anonymous account.
I choose NOT to be known as I want to keep my accounts separete.
These accounts, as angsty as they are, are not true.
Complete fiction.
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I know alot of you dont like/care for angsty stuff but I would appreciate it if you just dont read it if you dont like it, I do not want to hear any complaints, this is my pet project.