Pantsed Novels & Stories

She was gone. Didn't want him anymore. Vincent charged it, ripped it down, smashed it to the floor. He punched his own smiling face, over and over. Even when the glass sliced deep and blood dripped, he didn't stop. Like breaking it could undo everything. Only when it was unrecognizable did he finally quit. He staggered toward the living room—then froze. Next to the trash, something caught his eye. He knelt, picked up a few torn scraps. And then he saw it—two words that knocked the air out of him:

Congrats on finally getting your wish! When I refreshed the page, the post had already vanished. I put my phone down, a slow smile spreading across my face. 'Guess you know homewreckers don't shine too well in the spotlight.'

Stop being a chicken, you stupid me. " Okey. " He replied looking at me with confusion. I just smiled at him awkwardly but he didn't repay my precious smile!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!??? DID HE JUST----IGNORE??? F*CK HIM. I just rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk out co'z my friend already left me. ________________ " Class Please listen. I will be giving you a pair-off activity, and your seatmate will be your partner. "

Patrick noticed something strange,there were green and red wires stuck on his forehead and were connected to the tab. "Mr. Ronald! What is that?! Some wires are stickin' out of your head! Something's wrong!",said Patrick, freaking out. "SHUT UP, PATRICK!", snapped Ronald,"I am doing some serious thing here!" "Oh...umm...I am sorry to bother you Mr. Ronald, I will leave you to it",said Patrick , looking abashed. Ronald fixed his eyes on the tab again, as Patrick left "This damn thing!",cursed Ronald," It drains out all my energy!! How the hell am I supposed to get the energy of two person inside me!?"

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

RING, RING, RING--one's phone blares. "Ugh!", fuzzy slippers exclaims, "Turn that shit off!", she throws a pillow at hot pink party dress. She misses--in fact the pillow flies the opposite direction. "I'm getting a phone call", hot pink party dress replies, "A foreign concept to you, of course", she mutters. Fuzzy slippers replies with a special finger. "Take it into the other room, Tiana!", she throws another pillow, and this time it lands properly. "So last night was definitely not my finest...", she trails off, entering a different sitting area.

Soon my leg was dead and I couldn't feel a thing anymore. I saw him pull up some tools. After cleaning up the wound he checked it. "Your leg is gonna be fine love. I just have to put a cast on it. He busted up you leg. I got some medicine you can take to help with the pain." After Brian had doctored my leg he put a cast on it and gave me some strong pain killers for the pain. He helped me walk out of his torture room with a warm fire going. Shortly after he brought some hot soup and some bread. Buttered garlic bread to be exact with some tomato soup.

It stings like a bitch! ************

This is just insane. **********