Short Stories

 LOVE my friends to death. i laugh at stupid things . i like talking when the time ISNT right. I'm Addicted To laughing. I HATE 2 faced people. && i Could Live with out Drama. I'm nothing that i Seem, you can say I'm stuck up it's okay with me. But I would advise you to NOT believe everything you Hear. I LOVE hs, Thunderstorms, & SPRITE. I want someone that will keep me up all night && is worth it. i love unexpected visitors on certian days. i'm almost always happy, i hate being sad. i dont like being alone. i day dream more than anyone i know. i love scary movies. call me a sl-ut and i'll laugh at you. i HATE going to sleep && HATE waking up lol. i would rather be rich than famous. i can't sit still for long. i rarely but openly cry. i love to do NOTHING on sundays except going to church. piss me off bad enough i will cut you off. i hate cleaning my room, && I love when it's clean. Without my mother, i don't know what i would do. i believe you can't help who you fall In love with. I would rather have a couple TRUE friends than tons of friends. i've learned that if you backstab me once, i'll be through with you. I love MOVIES. i love going out on my bedroom deck and listen to rain i kno its kinda random but tru. i like making weird noises at random moment lol u should try that its fun :) To all my friends only:) u are my friend. you fight, i fight. you hurt, i hurt. you cry, i cry. you jump off a bridge. i'm gonna miss ur dumb a-s-s.

 

A day in my life:

sleeping, chewing heads off, getting in fights, flirting when I want to., being a smarta-s-s, staying up late, reading sl-uty romance novels *grins* , yiffing, drinking Sprite, squeezing my stress-reliever plush duck *smirks* OOH! and shakin my BOOTAY w/lacie :-D hehe o yea and of course AAU.* heck ya*

my real name is crystal myth ann odell my real mom named me that because it was her favorite drug. so yes i was born addicted to drugs. my real mom never feed me or my 2 brothers. so we were very skinny and not heathy at all. we i was 3 i was tookin away from my real mom. when i was 6 my real dad merried my step mom and she adopted my and my 2 brothers. then she had 3 other kids. my step mom would bet me just like my real mom would but my real mom was always high and my step mom was always drunk. when my real dad died when i was 10. he died november 5 2001. i stared to smoke sigeretts and then cut my self and then smoke weed. i still do it because of stress and  im us to the pain. my step mom still bets me and gets away with it. so now im 16 and i m us to the pain and so addicted to weed and sigeretts that i cant stop.i have became gothic and always wish that there was some to get help but all the help i have tryed to get dosent work . i have done ever thing i can think of. i just wish that there was some1 in the world that would just come out of now where and marry my mom and be just like my real dad. may be i would stop ever think. if any1 thinks they can help or give advice plz do cause i real need it . i hate living in so much pain. so plz if you can just help me. i dont now how much longer i can dill with this pain. i am crying for help because i know i will probley end up dead in a year or 2 or so if im not help.

i hate my life and im read to die. so this is my life of pain. and for any1 who read this dont feel sad for me cause it make the pain grow. so plz if you any advice of anything plz email me at this place or at pain_rules@hotmail.com

[NOTE: Story is based on my feelings. The story takes place in a world called Nogard. This is a world of magic and wonders].

 

 

the chruch bells rang, the people filled the streets of Nogard, a land of forgotten memories and lost souls. People in Nogard can't remember there brith, nor their childhood. They only know that they are living now, and must move on. While one boy, standing the top of the chruch, in the city of Unyou. He was only a young boy, knowing his world and the other's will fall with him. His name was Olah, based on a once draconic god of power. Halo is the ruler of dragons, but that draconic god died many years ago. And Olah loves dragons, even with his soul. Olah never knew his brith name and he has no parents, so he called himself Olah, after the great draconic god Halo. He walked the towns every day, becoming a street rat of his own. He always stole food from the markets, knowing it was wrong to do so, but he had to live in life some how. His sorrow grew stronger, and his heart grown weaker. He was sad, alone, and afarid. He would wish to only have a friend in this unholy life of god's will. But he wishes never came true. He watches at the top of the chruch, looking down at the souls of happy Bangaas, Nu Mou, and others having the time of there lives while Olah, stands above the roof of the chruch, letting his tears touch the ground of god's creation.

 

[Please tell me what you think about this story I have so far. If people like it, I can contuine it. It is based on the world of Final Fantasy.]

 I have been a christian for around five years now but I never gave any thought in to how much of an impact God had on teenagers until just recently I went to my cousins church.

 

 At my cousin's church they have a special youth sermon for teenagers. When I went some of them had just got back from church camp and told about their stories and how church camp affected them. It really hit me how much God meant to me when during one of the girls' stories she broke down in tears talking about how christ had spoken to her heart.

 

  After seeing that it hit me..I should love God that much also,so when we went back to my cousin's house I decided to get away from everyone else and pray and speak with God and now I feel a lot better about myself and every day that I encounter.

 

God plays a big role in all of lives. Let him live in your heart and remember Jesus died for us!

I made this story a couple days after my girlfriend Jessica Kinder killed herself.

Jack couldn't believe his ears . But what he her heard was true . Sam had killed herself. Jack asked how it happened ad the paramedics had told that she shot herself in the head. But by the time the paramedic said"shot herself" jack was crying. He had known Sam since the 1st grade and finishing 7th grade they had finally become boyfriend girlfriend. Later that night Jack couldn't sleep. He became a reclusive shell of the boy he once was. Sam was his only friend. Nobody liked him cause they didn't take the time 2 get 2 kno him. He endured physical ,mental and emotional abuse for so long and 2 top it off his mom was dead and his dad always hit him. Jack was always in some sort of pain and it nevr stoped. He never thought it would. so on a quiet saterday morning  he decided that this was it. He wanted to see Sam so bad . He ran into the tool shed  and grabed a razor and slit his wrists. He yelled in pain as the blade went through his vains. He was done.He staggered outside and fell. He mumered a solmemn goodbye and died.

I lay down, knowing that my suffering will now begin.
Slowly as force my eyes to stop from closing,

The screams follow when the image appears.

I see them running, as the knife rests in my hand.

Still dripping with the blood of a love one.

The hatred runs through my eyes,

Clouds begin to form.

 

I wake up to only find myself still resting in my bed,

My blankets are the weight that is in my arm.

I stare at the clock

And its only 12 a clock.

 

 

Once again my eyes start to close,
And again I fail in keeping them open

But this time the scream is of my own.
My hands are gone, my heart ripped out.

I can’t see the face of mine

But I recognize the voice.

 

 

 Once again I wake with a scream this time
3 o’clock and I never want to sleep again.

I get out of my comfort to walk on my cold floor

Thinking, but I blink to long and I’m back asleep.

 

 

 Now this time when

I dream I dream of death and pain to all humans
Why can’t it get better?

Why can I no longer dream of sweet dreams when I held her in my arms?

But now only to hold her dead cold body has the flesh I ripped of her body is over her.

 

I hate it.
This isn’t me

What’s wrong with my life?

Why can’t I change it?

 

Its now 7 o’clock
Time to start my day

Self Confidence

           

            I’ve never had self confidence, I don’t look at myself in the mirror and wonder how on Earth I could be so beautiful. Not that I am beautiful. I consider myself to be a person that only has a body to be recognized by. I hate being judged on my appearance because people make you seem like a person you’re not. I would rather be judged by the way I think. I’m not the smartest person or else I would’ve already have already found a way to make your boobs bigger naturally.  See? I have a sense of humor….not a great one but not a bad one either. Most girls are brought up to think the world of themselves and I was… and I didn’t end up like they do. Most mean girls are conceited and actually are gorgeous, but some of the sweetest, nicest, and greatest girls are the ones that are plain maybe even ugly. But on some rare occasion there is that girl…who is dare I say quite not the looker think of herself as a beauty.

            This isn’t only for girls ok…it’s also for guys too. Oh come on…don’t tell me that you haven’t seen some guy act as if he’s all that and a bag of chips. But when it comes down to brains he’s got as much as a walnut does. Trust me I think the walnut could beat him at Tic Tac Toe. Besides if its not facial looks that guys care for its their body or the family jewels. No seriously, haven’t you ever heard guys talk like this? Don’t forget girls too…only its how big her tooshie is or how big her lady lumps are. Get me? I think it’s quite funny when you stop to think about all this.

            I don’t consider myself the perfect human being, I have flaws too. Well a lot of flaws on the inside. Ok, ok I admit…I’m not every guy’s dream girl….or every crooked girl’s dream either. These days you don’t know who’s your crush could be that guy in the locker room watching you shower or that girl that’s known for her appetite if you know what I mean. But looks aren’t all that counts. If you go to the hospital and volunteer like I do. You’ll see tons of people there that wish they could go out and walk around. Some of them are the funniest people alive! Though their condition seems to be bad they make the most of it. Believe me having pants that make you look fat…or having a gay colored shirt, you do not have the worst of it.

            Knowing this and not knowing everything makes me a better person I think…I can relate to others…I don’t have my nose way up in the air. Ok maybe when something smells bad I do. But finding out that you’re not the only great looking person, can be sad too. I confess I feel….sad sometimes because I can’t live up to everybody’s expectation. So therefore I will live up to mine.

            So in conclusion (I sound smart….YAY!)  I only ask that you take time to notice other people around you. I don’t mean that guy or girl that has a great body….that you just want to spank…ok just kidding. But look at that person that seems shy and talk to them…trust me Jocks grow up to be bald headed, pot belly truck drivers…j/k. Nerds get the girls in the end. The “popular” girls turn out to be porn stars and etc. Nerdy chicks and all the other girls make something of their lives and are beautiful inside and out.
Thank you for reading this and know I have to go milk a cat.