Blink-182 Pathetic Novels & Stories

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

The trauma I had experienced had stripped me of any sense of self-worth or hope for the future. As the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow through the window, Brax gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face. his touch was gentle and caring but I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye. "Willow, this is not your fault. You did nothing wrong. Those men were monsters, and they will pay for what they did to you."

It leaned close until its dripping, putrid maw engulfed my vision. "We've been waiting for you," it gurgled, fetid spittle splattering across my ashen face as I screamed. ***

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

The lights flashed in my eyes. I stared at the empty door and calmly walked toward a home that was not truly mine. The video of Jenny White breaking the hiking record played on the mall's big screen. In the video, my parents and Jared stood excitedly, cheering for her. None of them seemed to remember that I would be released today. After almost three hours of walking, I finally saw Jared. He rushed over. Upon seeing my limp, he went to support my arm. “Charlie! What happened to your leg? Did they do something to you inside?”

"Guilt-tripping is not cool. Queenie's my cat. If you've got a problem, take it up with me." Colin frowned at me. "Don't make this awkward, or we can't even be friends." I watched his sanctimonious act, then held up my phone to show a payment code. "Could you cover the cat rescue and my medical bills?"

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It had a tinny quality that had nothing to do with passion and everything to do with a small baby waking up from his nap. Penny had to close her eyes against the crushing disappointment as she felt the moment slipping away, along with Joey's hands. It was actually embarrassing to have to ease her hands away from Joey's shorts. Their gazes snagged and held again for an-other long moment, but the silent communication this time was nothing like the last. Maybe they both felt a bit horrified as the realisation of how out of control they’d been kicked in. "I…um…I’ll have to go in," Penny managed. She stayed on her knees for a moment longer, reaching awkwardly behind herself to find the clasp of h

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Lockhart's face was a mask of pure horror and agony before he took his last shuddering breath. I admit they’re good but not as good as me. I peeked at the small gap of the closed window beside me and a triumphant smile blooms through my face. They’d just walk on a trap. Now, for the fun part of the evening. •••