Blink-182 Pathetic Novels & Stories

"Just like fire, burn out the way No one can be just like me any way Just like fire" ~PINK 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ Flashback Dimitri was sitting back in his chair with a picture in his hand of Mila, thinking hard.

The pink rubber mass of the **Eraser** didn’t fall like a stone; it descended like a deadline. It was a slab of absolute negation, a silent, scouring force that turned the "Raw Source"—the white, unallocated space where we huddled—into a grainy, grey static. Where it touched the edge of the crowd, people didn't scream. They simply ceased to have ever been. I watched a man from the 1998 "Originals," a man who had just been weeping for his lost dog, vanish. His dog, his tears, the memory of his name—all of it was "Skritch-skritched" away in a microsecond.

He walked slowly over to Yannis, his expression dark as a cloud. Yannis did not show any fear at all. He stared straight at Dad and laughed. Dad kicked him to the ground. He tried to stand up, but he was in too much pain, Still, he continued laughing. He licked away the blood at the corner of his mouth and sneered, "You were the one who beat your daughter to death, Benjamin. I just didn't let her out of the basement. Don't you think it's ridiculous that you're losing your mind over us now?

“Not that you need a vacation, since you’ve never worked a day in your life. Also, you have multiple credit cards that get paid off at the end of the month. Use them.” “Dad canceled the black Amex,” Blake whined. “The others are maxed out. Ten grand, Creek. Come on. Don’t be a dick.” Blood pounded in my temples. The discreet testing I’d had done confirmed that the genetic flaw that had given me my terrible eyesight and the occasional tonic-clonic seizure wouldn’t lead to further issues, like strokes. Especially since I hadn’t even hit thirty yet. But it sure felt like one. Creek wasn’t quite as bad as Canal as a replacement for Brook; it didn’t near-rhyme with “anal.”

“I realized I can't do this. Don't bother looking for me. I'm fine.” —Penelope. If she thought her life couldn't get any worse than her misfortune weeks back, she was in for a treat.

My vision is blurring and I’m growing more and more exhausted. Oddly, the howl distracts Sego, seeming to cause him pause. I’m just about to snap my jaws around his throat when I feel it. The agony coming from Odessa just suddenly stops, the mate bond seems to snap and my world feels like it collapses. I let out a strangled sound, missing Sego’s throat. His claws slam deep into my side because I’d left myself open, distracted by loss. My eyes dim, my heart feels like it’s shredding, my wolf is in agony as we feel a profound loss, like our soul is ripping apart.

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?

They thought they were recording Graham's most glorious moment, but instead the phones captured his utter defeat. Cain's deep voice boomed, "That's what you get for smearing my faction and trying to replace me, Graham!" His voice crushed Graham's soul. Alistair turned his eyes to Graham, and the old man went down on his knees out of pure terror. "Please, please, spare us, Mr. Solomon! We're sorry! I shouldn't have smeared your name! Please, I'm not worth your time! Let me go!" Graham slapped himself as hard as he could while he pleaded for his life.

I wіll fіnd a way tо brіng dоwn Neon Lірѕ. I wіll mаkе hеr аnd those uglу mеn рау fоr еvеrуthіng thеу’vе dоnе tо Aрrіl and mе, and tо Sarah аnd Luсу. I swear іt. [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 75]

but this time they were out of happiness "I can't understand him..is he born to make me cry??" streetlight was looking like a spotlight on her...she was glowing in it...and suddenly a person with a speed of light came her side....he was so fast that her hair came on her face..only his eyes were to be seen..those blue eyes..as deep as ocean..as glowing as light of stars..enough to scare anyone and make anyone fall in them.. Forget urslef in my arms.. Forget urslef in my words.. I want to say all these things to you..