Thread Topic: Random Oneshots/Stories
Sxnny_Skxes NewbieMy Body - Short Story
I stand in the mirror, staring at myself.
``She's right, I'm too fat,``
``He's right, I need to lose weight,``
``They're right, I'll never get a guy like this.``
Tears fill my eyes as I stare at my full, hourglass shaped and perfectly fine body.
After days, weeks, months of keeping myself from eating too much and eating little to nothing some weeks, I'm still not happy. After making myself throw up any food I eat days on end and feeling like I'm going to pass out, I'm still not happy. I'm not happy with my body, it's not perfect. It's not thin, it's not skinny. I'll never get that cover-girl body my parents want. I'll never get the slim, perfect figure I have to have to get a guy.
``You'll never be happy with that body,``
``You'll never get a guy,``
``You'll never be famous,``
I used to not care.
Used to not care about being this size, used to not care about being skinny, used to not care about having the perfect body.
Now, that's all everyone's talking about.
It's all everyone wants to be.
It's all everyone expects me to be.
I slide to the floor, tears filling my eyes. There's too much pain, I can't handle it. I just want to be normal and happy, with a perfectly healthy body. Even if it means I'll never be skinny.
``Jolie? You mother needs you to get ready for the photoshoot.``
``Of course, father.``
Guess beauty is pain. Pain to satisfy others. I can suffer a bit more, just to make my family happy.
Hxney_Bees NewbieI Just Can't Do It - Short Story ( OC background )
``... l-lon- Longe-es- Longest? The l-longest time pe-peri- Period..?``
Snickers scattered around the classroom at her stuttered words.
``Class, quiet down. We can't continue until Olive's finished.``
Groans came from several students and Olive stared at the ground, tears filling her eyes.
``Quit being shy and read the d-mn thing!``
``Michael! We do not curse in this classroom!``
Stop being so shy.. I'm not shy, I have a f--king disability. A disability that's ruined my life.
``Olive, continue reading. Please try to speed it up, we do need to keep on moving.``
``Yeah! And quit being shy while you're at it!``
Olive teared up, keeping her head hung low.
``The l-longe-est per-eriod of time it t-take-``
``It's "takes"! Can't you pronounce a simple word??``
``I HAVE A F--KING MENTAL DISABILITY, THAT'S WHAT! I MEAN, IT'S PRETTY F--KING OBVIOUS!!`` Olive yelled, running out of the room in tears.
Can't you pronounce a simple word?!
Can't you pronounce a simple word?!?
Can't you pronounce a simple word?!?!
She stopped running, now outside of the school in the parking lot. She slid to the cement ground, sobbing quietly.
``I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it,`` she muttered through her sobs, her legs pressed against her chest and her hands holding her head.
You're too shy, just be confident.
God, can't you be more social?
Just spell it right! It's so simple.
``Just stop! Stop it! I can't deal with it anymore!`` She yelled, keeping her hands on her head.
``I just want people to get what I struggle with..``
i miss him - Short story/vent?
i miss him.
i miss him when i think about him.
i miss him when something reminds me of him
i miss him when i dream of him.
i miss him when i can't see him.
i miss him when i can't hold his hand.
i miss him when he's so close to me, but yet i can't touch him.
i just miss that feeling.
that feeling of being loved and cared for and wanted and needed and not hated and when you always have someone at your side, ready to love you even when you don't love yourself and when i really, really need a hug, that one hug that'll make me feel better but i know i can't ever get hugged because it's not what i'm supposed to have and i just want to feel loved, noticed and appreciated by him.
i miss him.
Forgive me, I did not mean to post! Your writing is wonderful.
Look At Me Now - Short story (maybe vent? kind of? idk)
``It's not a stable job.``
``But I like it-``
``You won't make enough money off it.``
``Well, I can still make money-``
``It'd just be a waste of time.``
``I wouldn't think of it as one-``
``Get a real job, please.``
``This is a "real job".``
This is a "real job". It's my job and I love it.
I stream. I stream for me. I stream for my viewers.
I stream games. I stream to chat. I stream for fun.
It's my job and I love it.
I get to work with people from all over the world.
I get to have fun and play with other while I do my job.
I get to create, play, use everything I learned in school for it.
I get to have fun. Not be in some stuffy cubicle at an office staring at a computer and doing paperwork.
Sure it's not a professional job.
But I love it.
It's always been my dream job.
And I'm gonna make that dream a reality.
``You- You have how many?``
``In only six months??``
``How'd you do it?``
``I kept at it, even when people told me to quit.``
From zero to 10,000 subs.
From zero to over 15,000 views.
My dream job is my job.
And I love it.
Look at me now.
guess what's back bois??
:)just gonna bump this up rq before i start writing anything else lol
i hate when it does that T^T
jealousy - story/vent?
"do you need a definition?"
"okay. jealousy: the state or feeling of being jealous or envious of someone or something."
"jealousy. j, e, a, l, o, u, s, y. jealousy."
"jealousy. the state or feeling of being jealous or envious of someone or something. jealousy's very common, especially in certain environments where girls and guys dress up and wear nice makeup, making all of us feel like we don't look a gorgeous or hot or handsome as others. or when people have items that we wish to have, or get opportunities we wish would happen to us, or better things just seem to happen to others or even talents and skills we wish we had but don't.
"for example, there's jealousy over looks. young girls and guys see famous celebrities and influencers and their sexy outfits, their done-up hair, fancy make up and accessories. people, especially girls; though i'm not saying guys don't deal with this, see celebrities and their bodies. they look picture perfect, not too thin, not to fat. it's tough when all we see when we look in the mirror is "too fat", "too ugly", "too imperfect". everyone struggles with it from time to time.
"then there's jealousy over what others have. scrolling through twitter, instagram, tiktok; any social media. we look at these things, houses, gifts, even partners other people have and it's "i wish i had that", or "why can't i have a boyfriend or girlfriend like that". we look at what others have gotten from their accomplishments and we hope and pray that maybe, we can be like that. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. but it's not like you're not accomplished if it's different from others.
"lastly, talent. these singers and songwriters, actors, dancers, people who make all sorts of toys and inventions? we wish we could do that and become as famous or get as rich as them. it's hard not to think things like, "i wish i could create something like they do," or "i wish i could actually sing, or could actually dance or act". god, even i think like this sometimes. hearing people's voices and their playing, wishing i could sound as good as them.
"jealousy is certainly something i struggle with, other then low self-esteem. i get jealous when i see other girls who look hotter and cuter than me, who are skinnier then me, who look good in clothes i wish i could wear but it would just look bad on me. i get jealous when i see people who're more accomplished, who get better grades, get great boyfriends or girlfriend, who get popular just by being themselves. i get jealous when i hear people making their own music, making their own inventions, making an image for themselves.
''and i'm over here, just barely scraping by in school, struggling to figure out a job just to keep myself afloat so i can not end up on the streets. jealousy's a normal part in your life, but you can't let it take over your life. sure, it'll appear every so often and it'll make you feel like sh-t but you've just gotta deal with it, knowing you might not have what others have, or might not look like others, but you've just gotta appreciate what you've got. we seem to forget about the small things and take them for granted.
''jealousy. a rough concept that everyone deals with, but that doesn't mean we should just let it get in our way."
"i got a 87 on my report- a B?! i thought i would've gotten at least an A.."
"really? well, i got a 100. ooh, A+!"
"guess ms. m liked yours better."
"hey, yours was still great. i thought it was much better than mine. ooh, i forgot to mention! look at what my boyfriend gave me!"
"no, silly, a necklace. look, it has my name on it! he's so sweet~"
"that's nice, i guess."
"he even wrote a song for me and sung it for me! he's so talented~"
"good for you..."
it’s all your fault.
i exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “is it that obvious?”
yes. pretty f—king obvious, the voices replied, the distorted sound ringing through my ears.
i chuckle bitterly, nodding and looking at the “voice”. “i get it. i’m just a-“
a worthless f—king piece of sh-t, fatass, self-absorbed w—re who can’t even do anything for themselves and has to pathetically ask, beg, for help, but can’t even do that, not wanting to be a f—king burden? the voices said, tilting it’s head as it spoke.
“that’s- that’s one way to, to put it i guess..” i muttered, anxiously rubbing my hands together.
you shouldn’t be thinking all these things though, it said, crossing its arms.
“because deep down i know i’m a good person and i shouldn’t be sh-tting on myself?”
HA, the voice cackled, almost tumbling forward. far from it, dumb---. you don’t deserve to feel bad about yourself because you’re overreacting and you don’t deserve to sh-t all over yourself because there are people dealing with even worse stuff than what you’re dealing with.
“so, i’m just worthless?”
the “voice” nodded, a smile appearing on its face? i don’t f—king know. yeah, pretty much, it responded, nodding.
tears fill my eyes as i nod, exhaling shakily. “i don’t know.. i don’t know why or- or how i let you have power over me…”
it’s because you’re weak. you’re weak and you know it. it said, smirking maliciously down at me
i closed my eyes, slow tears steadily trailing down my cheeks. “guess so.”
voices. pt. 2
see them? those perfect girls, with perfect lives? the voice asked as i looked up.
“yeah, so what?” i responded curtly, looking at the figure to my side.
be more like them, why don’t you? it said, gesturing to the girls laughing together. smiling, being- happy. seriously, it’s sad enough you look like, that. why don’t you try and, i don’t f—king know, make some friends?
i opened my mouth to speak, but i get cut off.
right, i know. “you’re parents don’t want you to have bad influences”. god, why’re you so f—king pathetic?
“not my fault i make friends with the wrong people..” the two girls seem to fade into nothingness, the only thing lingering it their quiet laughter.
oh, but it is.
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