2000; Indiana Wiley and Carter Warren; five year olds. Very dedicated fans to the Beatles. Ice cream lovers with Big dreams. Sounds like normal children who lived normal childhoods, right? 2011; Indiana Wiley; sixteen years old. Depressed. Anorexic. Brokenhearted. Carter Warren; sixteen years old. Illegal alcoholic w...
One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
She is a dreamer, living outside of reality. She is a dreamer, burning bright, loving deeply and falling hard. She is a dreamer; but what happens to the dream, when the dreamer dies? Short Story #152 Teen fiction #698 2/11/2013
Allisson Harely felt like she snapped right of a thriller novel. The sixteen year old beauty was far from perfect. She was a victim of domestic violence that made her an orphan and left her with horrible scars. Seventeen year old Hunter Vaughn was a golden boy whose life was once perfect. Handsome, rich and with a...
"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas
After loosing her twin sister in a car accident, 17 year old Destiny isn't herself. She hates her mom for being the reason of her sister's death and her dad left them both a short time after the accident. Destiny's whole world fell apart when the accident happened. Megan was her best friend, her soulmate. The only one...
gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
"Oh come on now Levi. There's no need to be threatened. I don't want Kylie... Yet," he said before going upstairs. I replayed those three sentences in my head over and over, pissing myself off even more. That asshole would never have a chance with me. "Don't pay any attention to Tyler. He just wants a reaction ou...
"My Mama hates me. She's jealous of me. She hates me. She hates me." Read at your own caution. This is a dark story.
I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall Short Story #195 Poetry #235 28/10/2013
it was in the darkest hours of the day that i felt most comfortable in. a collection of words: [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen ] |cover created by -therapy|
