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  • single

    Being single dosent mean your're week,it's mean your're strong enough to wait what u deserve.

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  • The Coma

    "Mr. Jones. Can you hear me? Mr. Jones?" Yes, I could hear the voice, but for some reason I couldn't respond. I wasn't sure where I was or who was talking to me, and I could see only bright light out of my right eye. Something had happened, I was sure of that. And I don't think it was good.

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  • The First Ever Qwikstory

    Brian was an intriguing young fellow. He spent his days playing with his thinly grown goatee, wondering what his life would be like if he had taken a different career path. He had always aspired to be a writer, or a politician or a circus clown. Instead, he had foregone these dreams and went to law school. Life as a lawyer was lucrative, but Brian didn't find the field to be overly enjoyable. Little did Brian know, however, that his life would change forever as he drove to work on one rainy Wednesday morning.

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  • Little Black Box

    It has been said that many items carry a history. Whether good or bad is really up to the audience to decide. After all a lot of one's fortune can honestly be said to come from another's misfortune. Right? In the case of the little black box it can honestly be said that there is a very huge twist that has perplexed many who have come across this story. It is so unnerving that many years ago it was wrapped in a box, chained, and buried in a piece of land. A piece of land that was to become the yard of a very odd man. Brandon was odd simply because he wasn't like his neighbors. He was quiet and smart and unpopular. He was tall and strong but with a big nose. Brandon spoke languages long forgotten. But what made him odd of all was that Brandon believed he was being haunted. And he was but who would believe such an odd man. It wasn't until the night of the full moon that Brandon discovered the black box and disappeared with out a trace.

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  • A Simple Dream

    A bright sunny day with mild cool breeze blowing into his face while he stares at vast green pastures from the tree shade under which he was sitting. He truly enjoyed the climate and was relaxed sitting under the tree except for the fact that he was hungry was troubling. He soon realized that he had lost track of time while enjoying the beauty around him.  Suddenly he hears familiar stern feminine voice calling out "JIKKU !!!!!!!". He immedaitely gets up wipes the dust from his bumps and lazily heads in the direction of the voice. He was looking at ripe coconuts hanging in the coconut groove through which he was passing and wishing he had some sweet coconut water.

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  • GONE!

    It was a cold gloomy day, when a black English cab pulled up in front, Naomi stepped out and entered the house, at that exact same moment, another girl called Ana was taken...

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  • My best friend is dead...

    "... Brown hair, green eyes. She was wearing a T-shirt with rolled up jeans." "is that all you can remember seeing her as?" " yeah" "okay, you can go home now.. sorry for your lose" "thanks" Two nights ago my best friend was found dead in an alley. The police don't know what happened or when. The whole town is mourning from her death. Hi, I'm Ricky Jones and i just found out my best friend is dead. ONE WEEK EARLIER "Hey Ricky!" "Oh, hey Jessica." "What's on your mind, you sound sad?" "Oh, nothing it's just another girl was found dead last night. I'm just worried." "Ricky, don't worry i'm sure it's just a coincidence that a girl with brown hair was being targeted. It's not like they're gonna find me.." "You never really know. Maybe you should dye your hair blonde." "Seriously there are a ton of girls with brown hair and I'm sure that will all blow over. I mean the police said they almost cracked the case anyway." "Okay well I'll see you later got to get to biology." "Okay see you later"

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  • Fresh Prince.

    now is the story of how my life got flip turned upside down and like to take a minute, just sit right there, i'll tell you how i became the prince of a town called bel air. West Phillidelphia born and raised on the playground is where i spend most of my days, chilling out maxing, relaxing all cool, and al shooting some b'ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good, starting making trouble in my neighbourhood, I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared and said "your moving with auntie and uncle in Bel Air."I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror, if anything i could say that this cab was rare, but i thought nah forget it yo holmes to Bel Air, i pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and i yelled to the cabby, Yo Holmes smell you later! Looked at my kingdom, i was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince Of Bel Air. 

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  • Isaac Watts and the Curse of the Polka Dotted Dinosaur

    This was all the brontosaurus’ fault. Isaac stopped for a moment to catch his breath, ducking behind a pack of stuffed tigers. Or was it a pride of tigers? He’d never been great with taxidermy or taxonomy. His mind was racing so fast; could barely put two thoughts together. What had the old and not-so-vaguely witchlike woman said to him when he’d escorted her from his house? “Beware the prehistoric pervert,” she’d practically cackled. “The past always catches up to you, Mr. Watts.” How was he supposed to know that meant she’d curse him? Yet here he was, trapped in the bowels of the Museum of Natural History, hours after closing, running for his life from a beast birthed from his deepest fears, darkest nightmares, and a pool of evil purple goo. Those museum curators should have known what happens when you leave evil purple goo out to be messed with: it gets damn well messed with! But now they were all dead, and Isaac was next.

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  • Mead and Witches

    The man with the tattered coat slopped more mead onto his already frothing beard, "I saw 'er I did" he coughed,"deep in them Hydicc Woods-" " Eh!" He was interrupted by a small, roden't-like maw, "what were you doin' in his majestie's woods, eh?" "Poachin', o' course. Caught meself a couple o' feathered grouse -but that's not the point, Micheal, the point is I saw 'er with me own two eyes! She was brewing something in meadow by the lake and saying..something strange.."He shook his head groggily.  The man called Michael spoke up again "Oh not again with the witch stories, Jack, you probably were just  peepin' on some old serving lady washing her bloomers!" The bar erupted with gurgling laughter as Jack's face soured. "She was boiling limbs..and singing devil songs" He slurred into his drink, his eyes fixed on the foam "If you lot arn't men enough to take care o' this I will go meself."  He half-fell off the stool and lurched toward the door, thoughts on his gun 

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  • The Giant

    I had always been the outcast of my village.  Ever since my mother had run away from our little town, my younger sister Jillian and I had to live with our aunt. We were stigmatized because our real parents weren't around. It kind of made me angry. I thought I'd eventually get used to it, but our neighbors' taunting voices never eased. Everything changed, though, when I met the giant--not necessarily for the better. It was raining hard that day, and my aunt had told Jillian and I to buy some meat from the butcher. I hated the smell of the butcher, so of course, I squandered my time and wandered around the village in order to avoid the smell. Jillian got angry with me because her clothes were soaked, but because I was the older brother, I got my own way. I took her hand and pulled her along, skirting aimlessly along the wooden palisades.  It was Jillian who shrieked first. I thought she was just making a fuss to get me to follow Aunt's orders, but when I looked up, I saw him

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  • The Human Zoo

    When I think of aliens, I think of little green martians with bulbous heads and soulless black eyes with metallic spaceships fully equipped to abduct and probe humans of their choice. I think of Marvin from the Looney Tunes with his cute, but deadly space lazer wreaking havok on Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, Daffy Duck, and the rest of the looney gang. I even think of weird, abnormal creatures from other planets with extra legs and eyes and with skin or fur that is all colors of the rainbow that happen to be invaders, looking for a planet to conquer. What I did not expect were anthropomorphic animal humanoids. It was midnight when they stole me away from my beloved bed, tossing me through a tear in the Earth created by a strange, extraterrestrial machine of their creation. Now here I am, Sindy Moxx, on a whole other planet inhabited by walking, talking, upright animals in an exhibit where I am the attraction along with others of my kind. This is my new home, The Human Zoo.

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  • Junu The Indian Magician

    In a small village of Himachal Pradesh, there lived a 14 year boy named Junu. His parents were dead when he was 3 years of age. He was brought up by his uncle (big brother of his father) and aunt. His Uncle and aunt have two children. A boy Ram and a girl Chaya. All the kids loved each other very much. There was no difference between them. The financial position of the family was not so good and not so bad, they were good for normal living standards. But the aunty Malti was quite confusing for Junu, sometimes she behaves like a boss and the othertime she loves the little Junu. But Junu feels very distress about his dead parents.

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  • The Cowboy

    I am dropping the last flower on my grandmother's grave.  It is hard to believe that her funeral is coming to a close.  As the mourners begin to leave the cemetary, a cowboy walks up to the grave site with a tear in his eye.  I don't recognize him but the term cowboy comes to mind because he is wearing shining black boots with perfect points, jeans with a large belt buckle with an image I can't quite make out and of course, the ten gallon hat.  My mother grabs my hand and begins to pull me away with the rest of our friends and family, but I can't seem to look away from this cowboy.  He looks so out of place in this moment.  I take one last glance back at him and he meets my stare.  He winks at me as if there is a secret we both share and all I do is turn around and continue to walk away.  But as I walk, I can't help but wonder, who is this guy and why is standing at my grandmother's grave?

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  • single

    Being single dosent mean your're week,it's mean your're strong enough to wait what u deserve.

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  • DayOfLife

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  • Reasons to Anchor

    The only word he could think of to describe her was indescribable, but Harry knew that that was not enough. There had to be another way to explain what he thought of Alice. But there simply wasn't. She was indescribable, and he was sure. Sure of the fact that he had been the one to cause her all of this pain, to drive her to make such a harsh decision. Yet there he was, writing her eulogy, which was to be read at her funeral the next morning.  A knock on Harry's bedroom door quickly interrupted his thoughts, and a frail-looking woman walked in. "Harry," said his mother quietly, as if a loud noise could cause him to shatter. "How are you doing?" Harry sat at his desk and sighed deeply, his head resting on the palms of his hands. "I'm all right, I guess," he replied and, lifting his head, managed to conjure up a weak smile in order to convince his mother. "I'm worried about you. I know you and Alice were close," she said carefully, "But is there something you're not telling me?"

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  • I dont know

    So yeah. I dont know what Im doing. 

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  • anye

    gua inget dulu dia sering kerumah gua,dia bela-belain cabut les cuma buat ketemu gua,dan gua inget dia sering bawain sebatang dua batang rokok sama susu stroberi. banyak deh hal-hal kecil ygn gua suka,dan dia tau aja gitu yang gua suka. sekarang mah gimana ye, gatau deh, pokoknya dulu tuh wah banget, ya mau dulu mau sekarang gua tetep sayang sama dia. dulu beberapa masalah bisa dilewatin sama-sama, sekarang gatau deh gimana ini, yang penting gua masih yakin dia gak bakalan ninggalin begitu aja, mungkin hanya emosi sesaat aja, Insya Allah sih begitu, ikutin aja seperti air yang mengalir, ikutin arus aja, mau gimana juga gua gabisa tanpa dia, sehari-hari gua kalo tanpa dia gua gabisalah, sekarang aja begini gua campur aduk gini gak niat ngapa-ngapain cuma bisa bengong aja. dulu, sekarang, dan selanjutnya, anye.

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  • Virginity at its loss

    Randy is a handsome man that all the girls at the school want to be his girlfriend. There is a girl named Ananta with a body like a supermodel and long brown hair who loves him since she saw him at the first day of school. Without she knowing, Randy loves her too. After a long decade of randy tried to get her, they both made a commitment and started their relationship. But things got really complicated, and they broke up. Ananta cannot bear the pain of losing him, so she still loves him. but a week after the broke up, randy got a new girlfriend named Sandra. Ananta decides to let him go, but she knows she still loves randy. and then 5 months after that, ananta heard that Sandra gave her virginity to randy and randy seems so in love again with her. Eventough ananta keep found strange things about randy, who always tried to contact ananta and seems like he doesn't wanna let ananta forget him.. but ananta was very dissapointed that randy and sandra had sex.

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  • Theme: Stealing

    I wrote an article about plagiarism. My cousin stole my aunt's laptop. I was chosen to something quite pitiful. I don't know what to express. I'm a thief, not of things but of situations, and I haven't even realized it during the actual moment I was doing it. Honestly, I'm not that affected with the other two, though my cousin really got into my thoughts for the past nights, but the fact that I was added to be on that activity because nobody wanted me and the teacher whom I've done bad things pitied me is just so, unexplainable. Now my grammar's too bad and i couldn't think of a way to sound nicer. It's just...so...twisted, but not unraveling, and the last thing I know my head feels heavy.

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  • What to do

    I dont know if i try i can win for the first thre times. And the next two times i tried and failed. And the sixth time i came to know that whatever i am doing is wrong. So i tried a new way but at that i am diagnosed with a dreadful disease. I dont know what to do? Should i give up if i give up all these times i have failed and tried for nothing...... If i dont give up my disease will kill me WHAT TO DO some one please helpSo in this way suresh typed the qwikstory waiting for some suggestions not knowing what to do now thinking deeply and fighting with the disease at the same time 

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  • Going off a dream I had

    His name was Luke. I had heard the rumors about him all right, but it was kind of hard to say no to him when he was so close to me. You see, Luke is a bit of a whore, and I am not in the slightest bit. So when he asked me to hook up with him in the abandoned classroom, I tried to protest, but deep down I knew I wanted this. I mean, come on, exiting high school a virgin was not one of the top things on my priority list, and he was just so beautiful.  The date was November 22nd, and I was sitting in anatomy class for the last period of the day. Our teacher was a volunteer bus driver, so he exited the classroom about five minutes early, and always gave the keys to Luke, since he was his favorite. Usually, people left as soon as he did, so as I was gathering my things to go, Luke stopped me. "Hey Jamie. Can I talk to you for a second?" "Sure," I said. Inside I was freaking out. I never thought Luke noticed me before. "You know, you're really cute when you blush like that."

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  • Untuk Aku

    duduk sendiri tersenyum melihat karenah manusia..ada sukaada dukaada termenung kadang di sebalik senyuman..sakit yg amat perit didalam..siapa yg tahu?? melihat kegembiraan org lain..kadang tersenyum sendiri..hati tergeliat melihat gelagat setiap sa-oranghaih.. *geleng kepala yg aku duduk memikirkan bila aku??aku bersungguh menyatukan sa-orang itu..tapi sbenarnya?? dia lah yg aku harapkan..ya, dia mengakui menaruh yg lainaku senyum dan nangis dlm hujan.. kadang terfikir baik aku tidur, tibanya sehingga semuanya baik,baru bangun..hidup baru..tapi!!itu semua tak mungkin..jelas!! jadi, aku terpaksa mengharungi..ya!! teruskan senyum..lihat saja..tunggu keajaiban berlaku,- mungkin kenapa hati perlu sakit??melihat dia dgn lain??haih..perasan nya aku!!bodoh!! dan aku terus tunggu..datangnya dari langit,yg terbaik utk kudicipta mmg utk ku..aku tunggu...

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  • Typical one direction fangirl life

    "Hey come down for dinner!" My mother yelled from downstairs. "Coming!" I hollered back, while shaking my head, thinking that she doesn't understand me. I looked at the last GIF on Tumblr about the boys then closed the site and shut down my computer. "Did you hear what i said?!" she yelled again. This time, I did not bother to reply. After a quick 10 minute meal at the dinner table, I rushed back up to my room and turned on my computer. On Twitter, there was a tweet saying: "Little Things is out! Here's the link!" Before I even had time to react, I clicked on the link and there was the video, waiting to play. I calmed myself down, thinking "It's just a song, don't overreact." As I click the play button, emotions just rush through me and I squeal a little. "Your hand fits in mine, like it was made just for me..." "ZAYN! His voice is so... so perfect!" As i continued listening to the song, then came Louis' solo. "OMG!" Then Niall's. "It was a gift from heaven!" I looked at comments and..

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  • Crush

    He is a headturner, a definite one. He's one of my great love. He's absolutely handsome. Yea he's famous! He is a simple teenager who only want is to fullfil his dreams. He loves food. He used to love simple girl. Lasallian! Want you to know that he's one of the most attractive man in our Generation :>

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  • The Animal Within

    I have long been an outsider. As far back as I care to remember, I was the outcast. The loner. Psychopath, they called me. I saw through their lies of love and friendship - little more than lust and dominance - to the beasts cowering beneath the surface. I felt nothing but contempt for them. Their society. Their civility. I am an animal. I understand, at last. A creature born to tear down the pretenses of these human fools, to show them the path back to the feral, vicious truth.  They have a new name for me now. They may catch a glimpse of me on the misty moors, a flash of pale skin and dark hair; or else, the piercing eyes that always set me apart from the other humans - one emerald green, the other cold amythest. They may see me, and they may whisper my designated moniker. My title. 'Fae', they'll say. 'Beware the Fae.' They're right. Beware the Fey. Lest she drag you to the truth.

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  • "The Lies" in Real Life

    So, again, my topic is Mark Miranda. This infatuation. or maybe love that I feel for him is very tragic. It hurts me. I feel like I was Norrie, the protagonist in the book "The Lies" (I forgot who the author is), the girl who likes Mark. First of all. I like someone whose name is also Mark...and like Norrie, Mark does not notice me. He'll just notice me if I make myself obvious and if I literally tell him that I exist. The only different thig about me being Norrie is that I never lied, or never had lied yet, to Mark just to get him and made him love me. But I was really so close to being that girl Norrie. Because I'l totally obsessed with this Mark, who doesn't even care if I'm still alive.

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  • On Stage and Online

    This is the secpnd time I'll talk about Mark Miranda, my ultimate crush. Or was it just a crush? The stage made me know and like him, but the cyberspace made me LOVE him. First, he followed me ack on Twitter. Second, he accepted me as friend on Facebook. But there's much better. He posted on facebook some of the excerpts from our twitter conversation (though not really a conversation because he didn't answer back) and shared it to everyone. He said he liked and very much appreciated my tweets for him. And, during JOE, he looked at me thrice!!! First, he waved at me, and the next two he looked into my eyes and even smiled!! But, nothing could ever be as hurting as the fact that he just treats, looks, smiles, waves, and appreciates me as his fan, or as a fan of their theather acts. On my twitter and facebbok, though we're friends, I couldn't feel he really wants me to be close to him, or to his life.  

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  • Only A Fool Would Dare

    The graveyard is on the westside of my hometown. Sometimes kids dare others to spend an hour at night in the graveyard. Sometimes, if someone was feeling especially mean, they'd dare someone to spend the whole night in the graveyard. No one was ever brave enough to accept. We heard the rumors, we heard the screams, we heard the howls. Yet whenever someone would confront a parent about it, the parent would tell the child to be quiet. Not that I blame them. The adults know something that we don't and they'd rather keep us in the dark than tell us. But I want to know. I want to know why we've stopped using that one; why we had to build a new one next to the church. I've decided that instead of waiting for some random scaredy cat to dare me, I need to work up the courage to do it myself.

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