TG-Timmy

    Gil Nexdor. The guy, the legend, the… Hot one. Gil was the typical dude bro of the school; he liked sports, he liked skating, and he was the most sought after guy in school, and it was almost never ending. Even at home, it was hard for him to get a break. The only peace Gil ever had was whenever he hung out at Johnny’s house. Sure, there were a few girls he’d never seen before, but it was tame enough for him that it didn’t bother him as much as the rest of the crowd. At least hanging around Johnny brought him peace, and he could at least hang out as friends; after all, with the skateboarding interest between them,

~|±|~    Awkward, weirdo, nerd, irregular, fatty. All of these are just some of the names I've endured in my life, starting from Kindergarten. Most of the time, I would think these were just kiddie things. We all know how kids are; calling names, the child crying to the teacher, and the bully getting scolded. Not me. I was the one everyone hated. I'd sought my teachers for aid when it came to bullies, but help never came. It was just me, myself, and I, sitting in front of a laughing kid with his finger pointed at me, while I lie on the ground, mud staining my shorts.    Of course, my parents were always there; they had to be. They wo

    'Shawn' was a bit dazed. The rising sun from the open windows shone into her face. She raised an arm and tried blocking the shining rays before actually getting up. She was stiff. She realized that she was on the floor and must have fallen off of the bed sometime last night. But, there was something else. Aside from her back, her entire body seemed sore. It was as if she worked out the night before. Whatever the matter was, her body was all sorts of bad juju.    She got up and instinctively went into her bathroom, rubbing her eyes and yawning, shaking off a rough night's sleep to get ready for the day of school ahead of her. She turned

!!!NOTE!!! : Some of the content in this story is very sensitive and a touchy subject to others. If you find that any sort of word/choice of words used 'realistically' discouraging and offensive, please do not read any further. This is 'historically accurate' to fit the mood of environment. ~~~ 7, April 1940 Why am I in this war? Useless killing and countless murders for the Fürher, and for what? What point is there? He makes the choices and he decides who dies and who lives. But, why do it? His promises and mindless speeches seem like such bias shouts! Half of Germany's people don't even agree with him. So why does he continue? The

"So... Just off of here, right?" My dad asked, pointing towards a street on our right. I replied with a bit of confidence, though I still wasn't entirely sure, "Yeah, that's what he said." He turned the wheel, and my body went along with the same force as the car turned. Not a minute later, he pulled up to the building, and set the car in park, "All right. I'll still be in town, probably just exploring. If anything, I'll be at the library until we're ready to pick up your mom." "Thanks, dad." I got out, and shut the door behind me, already half way into the building. "Be careful!" He called, waving at me while I slipped passed the glass d