Personality Stories

The next week passed uneventfully. Maddie was still reeling from her breakup, and couldn't bear to see how Darren and Amber were all over each other in public, though she felt that her blackout the previous week in Cassandra's room in the basement had somehow helped, as though Darren had been less important to her after looking in that mirror. And, all the while, in the back of her mind was a constant reminder of how eage...

"Well I hope you're happy, Darren, because we're through, you stupid-head!" Maddie yelled, slamming the door to his dorm room and walking quickly back across the quad, trying to hold back her tears. Everything had been going so well with Darren, and when she had opened the door to his room and caught him with his tongue in Amber's mouth, and his hand exploring underneath her tight tank top, Maddie had been absolutely deva...

Was it that I thought it?Or was it that it was?Cement it to my conscienceRemind me of your love Constantly assure meOne moment to the nextThat your feelings haven’t fadedDon’t make me have to guess I love you with such passionBut doubt and fear slip inEven when you’re next to meMy hand within your hand Even when you kiss meI think your lips misguideI’m sure that if you loved meThese thoughts would not arise I could not be...

I had just fallen asleep when I was wakened by a loud gong like sound. “What the hell,” I uttered and turned my head to see a misty manlike form, shining so brightly I had to avert my eyes. “Wha, what's going on?” “Who or what are you?” I couldn't comprehend what was happening. He or it answered in a sepulchral voice, “I am the ghost of the future.” “Wait a minute, isn't that a Christmas thing?” I asked. “Nah, that's just...