Fat Troll 소설 & 이야기

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“Blue, the s*x scandal between you and Teressa leaked online.” “Baby Tartar,” Blue said, still crying. “Come on, Blue! It’s just a thing!” Red shouted, also crying. Blue looked at his twin while wiping his tears. “To you, yeah, it’s just a thing.” He hugged the shattered guitar. “But to me, he was my friend. Tartar witnessed all the tears I shed. Tartar heard every sob. Tartar was with me when I was being ignored. Tartar was the friend who never judged me. You wouldn’t understand because you’re not the one who’s always hurting. You’re not the one who feels worthless. You’re not me—the one our parents think is a f*ck-up!”

Grace kept talking about getting what to eat instead but stop noticing Tory was already sleeping. Tory slept for hours before waking up,she felt her head ache as she stood up but didn't care, she kept on looking at her phone which had Brenden's picture as her wallpaper, she kept on gazing at the picture asking herself what was so special about this guy that makes it hard to forget about him. "Will you come, so we can get something to eat or do you still want to keep looking at Brenden's picture as if he will suddenly pop out of it"

Their faces, human at first, glowing with a mildly sweaty sheen, began to change as chortle turned to open mouthed laugh, until they became entirely porcine, like Orwell’s pigs in inverse, frenzied at the thought of a trough of gold. *** Billy had returned to London from France. He had had enough of not being able to understand what was being said to him, and the bemused, sometimes impatient looks upon the faces of people he tried to talk to. Now, The Honourable Member for Bumstead and East Moaning, Jeremy Baden-Flogg, was all over the television, radio, and newspapers. He even had his own YouTube channel, Flogg ‘em, where he extolled and appealed to the worst excesses of the mediaeval minds

Do you know them? Chelsea shrugged it off. He had his fair share of haters, and he wasn't losing sleep over this one. "Honestly, I don't know who it is, and I don't plan on finding out. If it's someone I know, they're a coward for not confronting me directly." He flashed his signature smile. "Anyway, that's a wrap for today, lovelies! Don't mind the drama with that one user. I'm outta here, but I'll be back with more tea tonight. Catch you all later! And if you're not following me yet, what are you even doing with your life? Hit that follow button for more of this sass. Toodles! #chelsxtroll #chelsealoveshisfans"

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”

I clicked on T*****r and immediately sent: "DO YOU WANT TO SEE LAURA'S MURDERERS? VOTE NOW!" And clicked send.

Tasha: Are you okay? I frowned. Me: Yeah. Why? Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then it appeared again. Tasha: I just… saw the news. My stomach dropped. I already knew what “the news” meant. Lake’s confession had gone viral overnight. His past, his mistakes, his growth, all laid bare for the world to dissect like vultures over a carcass. Some people praised his honesty. Others dragged him through the mud like he was some kind of criminal mastermind instead of a flawed human who’d grown.

Jeez,I hate you so much Tikka! "The feelings mutual, fûckin mutual!!!"

Friday began as a normal day, Tess Fairmont woke up, made breakfast, coffee, and feed the cats. Just a regular day like any other of Tessa Fairmont’s slow paced days. But that was a day that became a day that changed her whole life’s trajectory in an instance. It was November, Tess had just gotten done with her shift. Alex and Tess had been having more fights frequently. Tess got home and noticed empty beer bottles strewn about the room.