Catch Stories

Romi and Jennie are requested to take care of all the previously caught Teeniepings since the kingdom is being rebuilt, however new problems had arrived since they now need to Catch the Wild Teeniepings while having to find out many mysteries about the keys of Life, especially the key of Balance.. Can they do this? What will happen to our princesses?

A story behind a story. Will you continue loving someone who treated you like a trash or try to see the efforts of someone who helped you dry your tears?

She fell for her best friend, and for once she thought that she had gotten it right. But now it seems that she fell for the wrong guy yet again, because he thinks he's in love with someone else. (Is extremely short>is a scene)

Everything has a limit, a maximum. Everything but love. It can happen anywhere, anytime. It is unconditional. Soft? She's different. The Sky isn't her limit, it's her ultimate goal. Don't mistake her for her name though, she fiesty. When it comes to her heart, she can't help but fear. She can't help but run. Everything's different when it comes to love. For love, you start from the sky and fall to the ground. It is your game of free fall where there's no answer of who's going to catch you. For Soft, she tries hanging on the clouds but what happens when rain comes falling down and works as lubricant. Can he catch her or let her fall hard?

Squad Series No. 5 For Cassie, a determined tourism student and aspiring flight attendant, life isn't a choice-it's a script written by her parents. Manipulated into a path she never wanted, Cassie has no freedom to choose her own destiny. Then, she meets him. He is the person who almost consumes her patience, a frustrating and magnetic force she can't ignore. Cassie quickly realizes this relentless connection isn't a coincidence-it's destiny. When true love arrives, it's a feeling so powerful that it makes her question everything her parents dictated. No manipulation can stop her now. Driven by a desire for genuine affection and a life that is truly her own, Cassie is ready to risk everything. Can Cassie finally break free from her parents' control to catch the love she has waited for, or will her flight toward freedom be canceled before it takes off?

A poem, comparing a fisherman and a poet

Mona is a trouble maker and speaks openly and freely about what she thinks when ever she wants...and when ever she isn't around him. Austin. When ever she is around him, she can't help but spew out word vomit and it just won't stop. And as funny as all her friends find it, its starting to become a problem. Now that isn't the only thing, but after a very confusing day involving Austin and strange men, Mona finds herself with three girls who are more worried about their hair extensions loosing its 'natural' curls then why they can't get out of the house, her best friend who has five brain cells, two guys who are too busy deciding how long it would take their virginity to grow back, the incredible hulk (also known as the Cory, the guy who Mona is very worried about) and a few more strange men -one of who, she can't stop word vomiting in front of. The only good thing about that is that at least word vomit isn't hard to clean up. Apparently life this year might be a little harder then she expected. Ok so I know that was a terrible description but please give it a go!!!

I knew I was different, from the other students, from my friends. I couldn’t tell anybody about what was happening to me, not even my parents. Last year, when I turned sixteen, something changed. The second I opened my eyes that October morning my sight was impeccable along with my scent. I could smell the dying flowers outside my window, I could feel the air move and transform. It wasn’t until later that day when I found out how fast I was, how agile I was, when I was previously not as. It may seem great and all, better sight, better speed, better scent, better reflex, but there was one drawback, it was the piercing, throbbing, agonizing headache. It isn’t like your average headache/migraine, it’s like being stabbed, literally, stabbed in the head repetitively every night for almost four hours.

original poems by: Baicon88

Random poetry I write and most of it is deep. Please read and enjoy, thank you