Stannie

You really have a keen eye, Lisa. About the first classes, every day school could start with another first class, right? On my secundary school our tests always took two classes (so two hour), so I guess I forgot to tell in my story it's the same. Sometimes it's hard to imagine othe people have another definition of normal if the normal you know is the only you've ever had, if that even makes sense. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it!

I almost got to school on time, I was only five minutes late. Normally, you could get into trouble for being late, but because my mom called me in sick yesterday, I’m still officially sick today according to the school system. That is until I go to the Principal’s office to say I’m better and back at school. The teachers can’t mark me down for being late. At the first break and I’m on my way to the cafeteria with Sam walking next to me when I suddenly notice Codey is in the hall as well. Sam, o

I hate it, I hate everything. I love my mother, I really do, but I hate it when I’m home. I’ve had enough fights, no wait, I’ve HEARD enough fights for the rest of my life. I notice I’m crying, but I don’t mind. If only Tyde knew how much I hate him. And love him. I think that’s the worst part. A human being shouldn’t be able to feel this much hate for someone and still love him. Hell, I’m sure I AM not able to, and still I’m forced to. When we were younger, it was mainly my brother and me

When I walk back to my bike, my phone starts ringing. I don’t know the number, but I do answer it. “Adam?” I hear a voice. “Yeah, who’s this?” “It’s Todd.” Todd? Why would Todd call me. “You’re not at school,” he says. Okay, this day can’t get any weirder. “Todd, I know you don’t like it when I’m not at school, but you really don’t have to call me every time I have to go somewhere and thus can’t be with you guys.” “Firstly, you know just like I do that there is no reason for you to skip s

I don’t remember how I came home tonight, but I’m happy I found a way to abandon her. I’m sitting behind my desk, staring at my blog. I feel an urge to delete everything. What did I do? How can I do this and how am I going to solve this again. I just wish it never happened. I kissed Samantha. It’s just, knowing she likes me that makes me like her back. Do I like her? I felt butterflies in my stomach, but maybe that’s just because I finally managed to get someone to like me? I’m maybe not the fa

I had some editors for the first chapter, indeed. And then suddenly they never replied to my pm's anymore, so I decided to upload them no matter what. Then someone offered to edit the already existing stories, but I haven't had time to upload them yet. I will, in time every chapter will be like the first one!

Okay, I know I managed to keep from skipping classes for over a week, but sometimes personal matters are more important than learning new stuff. Currently I’m sitting on a bench. I’m wearing my simplest clothes, together with a baseball cap. The cap, I made sure, covered almost my whole face, so no one would recognize me. I’m sitting on a bench in front of his house. I haven’t seen him yet… maybe I did though, because I’m not sure I remember him right. I don’t really know why I’m here. Do I wan

Talking about a turn of events, the next one will be even better I'm glad you liked it!

“What happened?” “He found dad. He confronted him with the fact that he left us. You know your brother, he sometimes get a little… physical. He tried to hit your father.” “And he punched back,” I finished her story. My mother finally manages to sit down. I can hear her heart beating. “Nothing really bad happened, though. Tyde fell down and hit his head on a table. Your father apparently surprised himself. So then he called an ambulance. Your brother needed a few stitches.” “What are they goi

“The topic for my presentation is the difference between the quality of life of a religious person and the quality of life of an atheist. I know it’s a… a difficult subject, but I’ll try to explain it a bit.” Seth says a bit nervous, quickly glancing at me, every now and then. “There are… many differences between atheists and religious people, apart from the fact… that some… someone is probably right and the other is not, they live their own lives. But whose is worth more, who will be happier th

I’m running From my past Towards you I’m running And believe me It hurts Running without legs. And I got lucky There is only one road Running to you Isn’t hard But, I don’t know why For some reason I can’t seem to reach you. There are so Many obstacles I gotta dodge Though that is Easy Without legs Because then I can’t fall And you are Running as well Do you even try To get to me Or did you only Ask me To run towards you to see me fail Does it make you

Hey Boxxhead1. Thank you for your review. As for Tyde, he had PDD-NOS, some will say it's debatable whether or not this is an aspect of the autism spectrum, but in my opinion it is. I've had some first hand experience with it as well, that's why I decided to include it into my stories.

Please don’t cry. It’ll get better in time, the pain will go. Take the pills if it’s all too much, but only then. Keep fighting, my love, because I know you can. Oh, why you? There you are with worried eyes radiating pain. You look pale and I fear for you. How long will you have left, my child. There once was a time when all went well. I remember clearly. We were happy, you and I. And no, I don’t know when it did start, maybe it was there all along. And to think I was with y

Thank you for your review! I think you're very right about the fact it's got a lot of myself in it, more than I'm willing to admit. And I'm really relieved you were able to read past my mistakes! To answer your question: 42

A full week has passed since the moment I spoke to Sam about my plans and nothing has really happened. It’s Monday morning and I find myself on my bike, on my way to school. I’m thinking about my plan to go on vacation on my own. What do I need? During the trip I want to ask random people if I can sleep on their couch, but what if after a full evening of asking, no one decided to give me my deserved rest? Where will I sleep? I decide to bring a hammock with me, so if I don’t get a place to slee

“I know you probably get a lot of these requests, so I hope I started the email interesting enough for you to continue reading. It’s about a school project I got, I have to write an essay (and read it in front of the class) about the differences between atheists and Christians. To be more precise: about the differences in their quality of life. I know what you think about religion, so I’m aware of the fact this request is a little out of the ordinary, because my school is Catholic. I really lik

Here I'll upload all my poems. I don't write them a lot, I like fiction better, but all the poems I translated to English will be uploaded here.

“I’m so freaking tired of you always arguing with me!” “I’m not arguing with you, young man, I don’t need to argue, I’m your mother.” “Yeah, that’s exactly the problem. You think everything you say is right just because I once crawled out of your pussy." “What did you say? Don’t you ever…” I closed my door and shut out all the noise. I hate it when my brother and mom have a fight, which it pretty often since my dad left. I can still hear them with the door closed and I'd like to think that's

For some reason it feels like everyone is staring at me. I know they can’t possibly know I wrote that stuff, but I can’t help feeling this way. I keep looking around, seeing if someone knows the truth. For the record, this is the first time I’ve been confronted with my texts while I’m in the company of others. And not just the company of others, no, in the company of my classmates. I can’t even listen to my teacher due to piercing glances, which I surely just imagine. This is the first time I’m

While pretending to be cool when he is with his friends and trying to be intelligent when he is editing his popular weblog, Adam actually is going through a lot. He is able to ignore his own problems by running from reality. It works, until someone in the real world becomes interesting enough to stay for.

I cried reading this...

Wow, I enjoy this story soooo much. Especially this chapter. Now I have to wait again for the next chapter I was so happy when I saw this story was updated, I never expected me to be so happy about it! I'm never this happy when seeing something being updated, so you did a great job! Their relationship makes me happy and sad at the same moment. You described one thing, it really felt so close, it really touched me and it proves their relationship is real. You said Derrick was proud of his boyfriend. That made it feel like it was real. You know, this story makes me so happy, to see the happiness of two (fictional) characters, it's wonderful! Once a great author said (I don't know his name anymore): You can recognize a good book by having a feeling simular to losing a loved one when you finished the book. This story isn't finished yet, but I can tell you I will feel like that when you do finish it! It really was perfect. I cried reading this. Thanks Comsie, you made my day!!

My mom told me she accpets me the way I am, but she actually thought herself it was just a whim (don't know if this is the right word to describe it). Now, two years after my coming out, she still believes I will, one day, come home with a woman. So even after coming out to her, I will have to do it again when I find someone I love

Wonderful story. Mostly I don't like fanfic. I can't read it without thinking to myself that I'm some kind of perv to imagine a existing person having a gay relationship. This story is great! In the picture at the and there is a blonde guy with a blue shirt. It's Evan? I thought that character was totally made up? Keep up the great work Comsie (I saw everyone calling you like that, so I will do the same heheh)