Coming Of Age Short Stories の小説・ストーリー

*yuck* I know a lot of the girls have suffered the same things at the hands of the same boys, and we always silently rejoiced when someone was adopted out, or aged out. When you turn 19, you aged out, and sadly must leave. I am almost there excited to age out, and terrified at the same time. I have no where to go. But I will start this new chapter with a smile on my face and my head held high as I survived my time at the orphanage! Only because of my special spot, and animal friend.

When we got back, Scarlet was already done showering and the food was already there with her. "Did you get it?" She asked Crimson. "Of course." He replied as he placed the plastic bag that he had on the table. He took one can out and gave it to Scarlet, then he turned around to give one to me. I took it from his hand, and noticed the label. "Hey, wait!" I exclaimed. "This is alcohol!" "Yeah, and?" "We shouldn't drink this stuff! We're just students!" "I don't think it's an issue." Scarlet commented. "We're already 18, and it's not like we have school tomorrow. We all need to relax sometimes." She opened the can she was holding and drank it. "As long as we're responsible, everything will be f

“How about a new story little one? A story with no pitchforks and nobody dying seems better for a walk in the woods, don’t you think? We wouldn’t want you to have nightmares tonight.” “Oh Gran, I’m five and a half now. I can read and everything! I don’t have nightmares anymore. Especially not from stories. They’re just make-believe!” “Some stories are real little one. Today I’ll tell you a true story, about a shy young princess who gathered up all her courage and jumped in the river to float away and hide from a whole pack of werewolves!” “A whole pack of them?” “That’s right.” “Did she know how to swim?”

I walked close to the shelf, reaching my hand up to grab the packet but my hand didn't reach it. "Fuck being short!" I grunted getting on my tippy toes but my hand didn't even graze the packet. I guess I will have to jump, I jumped up and this time my hand grazed the packet but it only pushed it more away from me. Just as I was about to give you and just settle for the ice cream alone, a rigid warm body pressed me into the counter. I closed my eyes as I could literally feel every hard abs of his on my back.

It's not in my nature. And honestly, I can't wait for my adult life to start. I crave it so much. A few days ago, Samantha took me to a burlesque club. I know what you're thinking — what does a nineteen year old girl know about burlesque? Of all career options, why dance? And clubs? But hear me out, I've always wanted such things. I also have an Onlyfans account, which I opened the night I turned eighteen. I want to show off my body. I want to express myself on dance floors. I crave the attention, I crave the noise, and most of all... I crave the money.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

“Babe. It’s your twenty-first birthday. You’re officially in your wild era.” I let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t think I have a wild era.” Blair smirked. “Well, I do. And I’m about to drag you into it. I’ve been there plenty of times, its completely legit.” I hesitated, picking at the seam of my leggings. “I’ve never— I mean, I don’t do one-night stands.” “Exactly! That’s what makes this so perfect.” She turned to face me. “No messy expectations. No awkward morning after. You don’t even bring him back here. Just a hot stranger and an empty room—or maybe not so empty.”

Dear Young One, I hope you have learnt from my story. DO NOT LIVE EARTH WITHOUT INDELIBLE FOOTPRINTS FOR YOUR YOUNGER ONES TO FOLLOW AND REMAIN THANKFUL THE END Please, leave me a comment or review if you enjoy my story. Thank you very much for your time.

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.

They left a decent neighborhood for a rundown apartment block. Word on the street was that Rhett got so sick he nearly did not make it, and Kelly aged a decade in a single night. They had once been the pride of the block, always bragging about their daughter’s big achievements. Then, they became the punchline of every neighbor’s joke. People whispered that I went too far, that I forgot old loyalties. In response, I would give a half-smile and stay mum. Did Sheila think of the sacrifices I made while she was off studying abroad on my dime? Did she spare a thought for the house I mortgaged or the plain dinners and crowded bus rides I endured?