Narrative Emoji Combos

EMMA YOU KNOW WHERE TO MEET ME AFTER SCHOOL I KNOW I WILL WIN 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

EMMA HOW DARE YOU STOLE MY MANZZZZ AND NOW YOU CAN EAT💩💩HAVE FUN WITH HIM IDCCCCC

JAKEYYY IKK YOU LIKE ME BETTER BOO BOO BEAR 🌸🌸💋💋🍷🍷🍆🍆

YOU CAN ROT IN FIRE YOU LITTLE S1UT IDCCC HE LIKED ME EVEN MOREEE EMMAA!!!!! I HOPE YOU FAL DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRSSSS🤬🤬🤬🤬

no- ~pets ~unnecessary detail ~crims -in said stories

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❗Berry Avenue Story❗ I had a friend, Lily. She had the most perfect, straight, blond hair with the most gorgeous pair of chestnut eyes. Everyone loved her- no, they adored her. Every time she walked in the hall, she always left girls complimenting her and boys deeply in love. But for me, it was different. They didn't care about me at all. In fact, they acted like I didn't exist and I wasn't there. Although Lily was popular and all, she was really nice to me and everyone and had good grades. She was a good friend, but I was jealous of her. One day, I invited her to a sleepover, and that's when I took action and made sure she wouldn't be back. Everyone was in shock, they couldn't believe that Lily had died. After that night, the police found her body in a shed. After that, I dated Lily's boyfriend, my long-time crush. After we finally became adults, he proposed to me. I was so excited for our wedding-and it was today. I felt so gorgeous and beautiful in my white pearl wedding dress. Though I did feel a bit of guilt towards Lily. Over these years, I've been trying to do my best to forget about her and move on. Just as we were about to complete the ceremony, a woman wearing a black wedding dress with wilted flowers in her hand walked on the aisle. We were all confused and told her to leave. She was wearing a black veil over her face, and looked down. When she finally looked up and removed her veil, I realized that it was Lily. In terror, I dropped the bouquet and fled. He came up to me and asked what happened. I asked, "You didn't see her?" He was extremely shocked and asked, "What do you mean? See who? Are you imagining things?" Soon, I felt faint and fainted. It was a totally blackout, I couldn't see anything or even move. But I sure was awake. And when I finally was able to open my eyes, I was in a hospital, in one of those hospital gowns. I looked at myself, I was all weak, and wrinkly. A lady there smiled at me and said, "It was great being your nurse. I'm so sorry that you couldn't live any longer." Someone was about to unplug something, and that's when I saw a ghostly figure of Lily and she said, "This is my revenge, you're coming down with me."

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✧⋆⁺₊ INSOMNIA ⋆⁺₊✧ By: Random person (*FYI NOT SMUT* ) “Is sleeping good for you”? That's a question I always ask. I have Insomnia which makes it hard to fall asleep, stay asleep, or get quality sleep. I get all 3 of those, but the good thing is that I get cookies. I’m not really sure why I get cookies before I sleep, because doesn’t it cause cavities? I mean, I brush my teeth, then go to sleep. But, like why? I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Keith. Yeah, KEITH. Such a boring name. My parents could have named me any, and ANY name other than KEITH. They could have named me Bob and I would’ve been happy with that. At least I have a name unlike “ “ yeah the name in quotation marks is their name. It’s literally just 2 spaces. We nickname her Maria because that's what she wants her name to be. She’s depressed and gothic like. Honestly having “ “ is just kinda sad. I feel bad for her. Her birth parents definitely have no creativity. At least she has a last name to replace her real name. Anyways, back to my Insomnia. I f there was a Mr. Beast challenge that is named “ LAST ONE TO GO TO SLEEP WINS!” video I would’ve won the challenge. Honestly at this point I'm bragging about my Insomnia. Let's get to the side effects Chapter 2 is next time (if y'all like it) 　*　　⠀. 　　　　　.　　　　　　　　　　⠀✦ 　˚　　　　　　　　　　　　　　* .⠀ 　　　　　　　　　　.　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　    　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　ﾟ .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　　　　,　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　. .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　　　　　　　　* 　　　　　⠀　　　　⠀　　, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　 　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  　　　　　⠀✦⠀　 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　.　　　　.　　　 　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　 　　　˚　　　　　　　　ﾟ　　　　　. 　.⠀　⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀, 　　　　　✦⠀　   　　　 ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) save ur inocence

😘🔪 murder🤭sillyy😱 wait 🥺mb bro🤩thought u were toxic🥰 you look so stabbable🤐 dont tell anyone or else 💀 anywayyy <𝟑

Hi there. My name is Evi and I’m 36 years old. Almost two years ago, on the 13 August 2015, I was involved in a serious road traffic accident. I don’t remember how it happened and I am grateful for that. The police told me that there was a pot hole on the side of the road which caught my front side wheel of my car and span me into opposite direction, where my car sadly hit another car at a combined speed of 100 mph. All I remember was waking up in the car and everything was in a very slow motion, in absolute quiet. No sense of smell or touch, just nothingness. Then the adrenaline kicked in and I had to drag myself out of the car because I could smell smoke. Still not knowing what had happened and where I was. The only thing I knew was that my legs weren’t working and that I did not want to burn. I was taken to St George’s Hospital, Major Trauma Centre. I remember being scared as I was in so much pain and dazed from all the painkiller drugs. There were lots of doctors, nurses, beeping noises, tubes, many questions thrown all in my direction, thousands of voices that didn't make sense to me. I had no idea why I couldn’t feel my legs and what was wrong with me. I spent two months in St George’s. Every day was a battle for me, especially as I don’t come from this country, I am from the Czech Republic, so I didn’t have my family around. It was a hard two months. All my dignity was gone. I became totally dependent on everyone around me. I had to learn to trust strangers very quickly. Their judgements, statements, advice and believe me it wasn’t always easy. But, on the other hand, I also had an amazing support from the wonderful therapy team, who helped with my rehab. The clinical nurse specialist, who was the right hand of my surgeon, always put a smile on my face. There was also the porter, the dinner lady and cleaning lady with her enormous enthusiasm for life. Meeting other patients and hearing their stories also helped and made me appreciate how lucky I was and that it could be worse, which became my daily mantra. All these people and their joined effort made me work twice as hard so their hard work wouldn’t be wasted.

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