Mikan Tripping Novels & Stories

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

“Trishia!!!” Bill suddenly roared. His panicked voice echoed inside the room. Trishia suddenly fell and was shoved directly to the floor. Bill passed Arabella and by accident, he tripped the small recorder and fell to the floor. Trishia’s voice was heard from the recorder but then it suddenly stopped when Bill accidentally stepped on it as he was in a hurry to pick up Trishia who suddenly collapsed. “Bill! Bill! Bill!” Arabella quickly picked up the recorder and put her in her pocket safely.

But the last group were trembling with fear and can't run fast because they are running while looking at their back. Until, an old man stumbled. Kiarra saw the old man and he looks like his grand father so, he runs toward the old man and helped him stand. She assisted the old man and her friends help them too. They hide on a abandoned train. They locked all the windows and doors. The old man thanked them. They are all confused why there are people running and they looked so afraid. Vhiann asks the old man, "What's going on grandpa? What is happening outside?"

I rasp, hoping he won’t send me to the office for a tardy slip. He motions for me to enter. I dash into the room, my backpack swinging over my shoulder, and a foot shoots out. I trip and my head slams into another guy’s knees. Right between his knees. The whole class bursts out laughing, some guys shouting vulgar comments. My face red with rage, I stand and glare at the guy who tripped me. It’s one of Jayson’s lackeys, Luca. He shrugs like I’m a klutz and don’t know how to use my legs.

We both look back at the tv and start to enjoy the movie. I wake up and try to stretch but a groan stops me mid stretch. That when I notice my legs are entwined with long muscular ones. There’s a hand cupping my boob and something hard pressed against my ass. I try to scoot forward and find a way to get out of the hold I’m in but the groan happens again making me pause.

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.

What interest could our heartthrob have in our girl, I wonder? Travis must have just finished gym class and overheard Trip and Alex. He got furious and was not able to stop himself from demonstrating his martial arts skills to them. Alex wanted to complain about the whole thing, but Trip was still on probation and he didn’t want further trouble. So Travis got off the hook. Not that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. I’m pretty sure one phone call from his father to the school board would prevent the whole drama from ever being on his record.

one of the guys yelled from behind, it was obvious that he was not only trying to gain my attention but the attention of the rest of the people around. “Shit.” I cursed and hurried faster, even with the stones and sticks parking at the bottom of my feet there was a greater need to run away than succumb to the pain. “What the hell do you guys think you’re doing? After her, hurry!!” This time it was Jim’s voice, the hurried feets raced after me and for a while I thought I was gaining ground on them, there was a slight pause as I gazed over my shoulders, none of them was close by. In fact they were nowhere to be found. While I kept my attention behind me, I had no regard for what was in front o

I just answered this and pushed Misha forward. "What the fuck!?" It was still surprising. I laughed and gave the peace sign. Hahaha, he will be ahead of me. "What a trick! I should be the last one!" It's still complaining, but it's already leaning on the table where the gun is and it's already on the trampoline. Sorry, I have this evil side haha. It even secures itself to the trampoline before it starts jumping. It didn't fire right away but it was overlooked because Misha slipped and now it's his back that hits every time he falls! It should be the foot!

“Classic damsel-in-distress setup. So cliché.” “So what if it’s cliché? If it works, it works.” “Hey, I paid for this. I want something entertaining.” … The floating comments suddenly appeared again. My gut told me something was about to happen. Sure enough, Mia walked over holding a cup of coffee. Then, at a very deliberate angle, she “tripped” straight toward Ethan. I shoved Ethan out of the way and, in the same motion, caught Mia by the waist. Nice. All that kickboxing training wasn’t for nothing.