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StoryGo **** Yourself sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryIt Started Out With a Concert... sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryIn The Closet sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryHIV Kills Dogs sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryJim the Transvestite sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryIf Only I Knew If His Name Was Simon sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryIn A Thousand Years sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryFront Lawn sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryErase Me (Sick of You) sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryFingers Crossed sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryDuct Tape And Eyeliner sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
StoryDon't Forget About Me sincerelyme012 years 9 months ago
Forum topicyour song by sincerelyme Juliet OC319 years 8 months ago
Forum topicGo **** Yourself... by Sincerelyme pepsoid419 years 8 months ago

My stories

The Chronicles of Regina Ch. 1&2

I thought Emo Boy was just some made up piece of crap who's story had been circulating through our school for the past two years. But what I saw was very real.

Don't Forget About Me

Now you just smirk and put your arm around me. I'll go along faking this as always. While you look the other way.

Another Untitled Story Ch.1

But then...the royal lookalike approached as I was dragging my feet out the door to go to French class. I didn't notice him unfortunately, or fortunately, and I walked smack dab into his six foot frame without even thinking. He didn't even flinch. The body on body contact felt slightly sweet especially with the shock factor. He just smiled.
Cherry

The Chronicles of Emo Boy

So there I was, on the phone with the most popular girl in school, at 11. "Sorry I'm calling so late. I forgot what the math homework was and she's gonna kill me if I don't hand it in again." "Oh," Ok, I was really disappointed. People just use me. Noboy likes me. "Ok, so that's not the reason I'm calling. You see, there's gonna be a concert Friday, My Chemical Romance'll be playing, and I wanted to know if you want to come with me..." The walking angel asked me to the concert I was trying to prevent. So what was I supposed to say? "Sure," my plans were ruined. "Great, I'll see you tomorrow!" a dead phone line rang in my ear as I stood there in disbelief. Disbelief that she asked me, it was probably a prank, she doesn't like me, nobody does, and disbelief that I accepted.

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