It Sucks Novels & Stories

"Well excuse me for not falling down and prostrating myself before you while I sing you praises and kiss your big hairy feet,but I've been almost suffocated to death by my room, levitated like Jean Grey and thrown into some freaky weird alternate dimension all in less than half an hour! I haven't even had my coke yet!" "I will never understand why you homosapiens," who the sourkraut says that??? "insist on stuffing your rather fragile bodies with harmful addictive substances.What are they called? Drugs?" He shook his head at this,"incredibly asinine if you ask me". Smack.Ouch,darn it facepalms hurt."Not cocaine! Coke!" His brows knit and as he's raising a sanctimonious finger to interject I

He replies like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “Don’t you fucking be an ass.” I yell. “I hate you, I really fucking hate you. I wish I’d never come back. You suck.” I stomp off enraged to my bedroom and fling myself on the bed, stomach in contact with the bed, my arms folded under my forehead and start to cry. Why does my life have to suck like this. I’ve got to get out from under Brannigan’s feet. I can’t take another six months of living here like this with him. Telling a guy I happened to like they can’t see me is so damn wrong.

It’s also not enough that he’s from old money and has the features of a demi-god… He’s my… Crush. My face falls to the ground, in shame, pain. My harsh reality hits. Adrian is never gonna look my way, never gonna ever notice the school’s ugly nerd. “Bianca, stop…” I blink back tears but they keep rolling down. I hate my school— I hate my life! Heavy sobs break off my throat.

"You too, by the looks of it. All grown up and... sweaty." I laughed lightly, taking a sip of water, letting a drop spill down my chin and onto my collarbone. "Jogging helps clear the head. Uni's been stressful." Lie. Uni was a playground for my indiscretions—quick fucks in dorm rooms, professors who bent me over desks—but home was where the real game was. Ethan bit into the apple, chewing slowly as he watched me. "Stressful, huh? You need to unwind properly. Not this... solo stuff." There was an edge to his words, possessive, like he was staking a claim without saying it outright.

but I responded. ME: Alright then.. I won't feel sorry too so that you won't get too attached to me🙌🏼 KATHY🌈❤💯: See how shitty and wrong this sounds,? I should just not talk stuff like that anymore because no matter how hard i try it never sounds understandable.. It sounds very understandable, cold as ice and not giving a fuck understandable.. I thought to myself. KATHY 🌈❤💯: But you can't just not feel sorry just because you don't want to

Like having to literally run away from a horde of ducks and their ducklings, three manecoon cats, and two German Shepherds that targeted my shoes, I had to listen to this twenty-two-year-old man sob about some mystery woman and his pet sister. “You know what’s worse?” he squeaks, voice nearly gone now, before grabbing the box of tissues he brought along to blow his nose into. “No, but I’m sure you’ll let me hear all about it.” “Marcus might be resigning! He could literally be someone sobbing his heart out right now, but I can’t even call to apologize because he’s blocked me everywhere.” He leans over and grabs a large bag of cheese-flavored chips before stuffing his face with a handful of th

“People kinda suck.” She laughs. “Oh, totally. Other than my mom and my aunt Louisa, I've never heard of another grown-up admit that, though…at least, not in front of me. They always act like I'm being dramatic or something, but people really do suck. I mean, look at the world today.” I flick on my turn signal, slowing at a crossroads. “It's definitely not an easy place to live anymore, but you shouldn't be cynical like me. Every once in a while, people can surprise you.”

Tell me exactly why it sucks. ‘You really want to hear it?’ I taunted, feeling unsure if I should say it. But I also want to say it and slap it in his face, I want to expose the lie he had just told me. ‘Yes.’ His jaw clenched. ‘I want to hear it. Say it then. Why does it sucks.’ My view was blurred again. How dare he. ‘Because it’s about your first love. You put her name in the lyrics, didn’t you? That’s why it sounded so real!’

"Plan? Probably use all my savings to buy a very nice dress, shoes, and bags with this badass shade that would have 'Fuck you Slade written over it, and then go hungry for like what? A year? Sleeping under a bridge after Mrs. Peggy would have tossed me out of her house would be the most thoughtful plan I've ever had." "Xena," he said exasperatedly. "That's not it." "Then, what is?" I asked, folding my arms across my breasts. "You don't need to impress him you know? Just be yourself alright? Don't be more than you or less than you, just be you." Me? Let me be me. Do you know what being me is? Oh well, I'll tell you. It means staying up late doing copywriting jobs and then having your Boss sho

Jace suggested. “A banjo pick?” “Yeah, they slip over the tip of your finger. You don’t have to hold them.” Trey sighed. “Fuuuuck, this sucks.” He shook his head. “I suck.” Sed clapped him on the back vigorously. “We should have conked you on the head years ago. The fans love it.” “The fans love that I suck?” Sed shook his hand. “The fans love your devotion. They know you’re out there for them.”