• Christine commented on the post, approval 6 years, 11 months ago

    My hands shakes in anticipation. He was probably going to answer the door. I could just sense it. Should i look straight ahead or- or maybe just put my hands in my pocket? Yes, no. No don’t do that he won’t think […]

  • Christine commented on the post, texts 6 years, 11 months ago

    So i was like wtf why are you sending me so many lonely texts? And he was all like, because i am totally lonely and i really like you! Then i was like, wait, you like me?! And he was like yeah. So that’s how we […]

  • Christine commented on the post, methods 6 years, 11 months ago

    I like my methods. My methods only. If anyone tells me otherwise they can go shove it. No one tells me what to do and i’m going to keep it that way.

  • Christine commented on the post, principal 6 years, 11 months ago

    That’s the one principal girls have to follow. “Don’t date guys that have been in a relationship with your best friend”. I mean it’s probably the oldest rule in the book, and everyone still goes by it. Well unless […]

  • Christine commented on the post, cabinet 6 years, 11 months ago

    Something was shaking inside the cabinet. I wanted to open it, but my fears got the best of me. Instead, i ran right to my room, picked up Honey along the way, and locked it shut once we were safely inside. She […]

  • Christine commented on the post, statement 6 years, 12 months ago

    “I have a statement”
    The old, wrinkled man in the back shouted. You could tell his fragile figure had a rough time standing up on his stumpy two feet. The anticipation rises in the cathedral. Who would simply […]

  • Christine commented on the post, bucket 7 years ago

    Wow! “Just great”, i thought. First i step in bubblegum now i get my foot stuck in a bucket. Isn’t life great? Your kids hate you, your wife hate you. What is it worth living anymore? “Hey dude can you hand me my […]

  • Christine commented on the post, motion 7 years ago

    His body laid in a motionless lump on the floor. Was this it? Was he really gone. Memories of times we spent together flooded my head. I couldn’t think of a solid plan or something that could help him.