I.T., as in Idiotic Trash, is the biggest freak at school. No one likes him, wait, no. It. Not even me. In fact, I hate it. A new semester has started. And I'm seated right next to it.

For the readers- Observing is one of my best addictions. I observe everything from the buzz of a fly to the storm in the sky, from two lovebirds to two birds in love. And whenever i get an urge to express them, i start writing. Poetry is just a way that i like the most. The rhymes and the rhythms give a lot of power to my words. Apparently, i recite during the night hours when i am ready to go to bed and am indulged in remembering things that happened during my day. To my dear readers, do feel free to post comments and suggestions wherever you feel the need of and do vote. please show support if you like these recitings. Thankyou Regards - Badri Acharya

My name is Abele Cane. I used to be normal. I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma when I was 12. I was once asked what my story was and quickly came to the realization that I didn't have one, so I wrote one. This is my story.

The Blade... I have a blade which I cut myself with. I say everything to it and it cries blood. The warmth of my blood on my skin is a very nice feeling. Indescribable...

Here I write letters or poems about things or people and hopefully they'll never read them

Quiet, shy, and insecure with an inner boiling temper, seventeen year-old wallflower Camille signs up to help with stage preparation for the drama club, only to find that things will take an unexpected turn. After being forced to go to school, having her name spelled wrong for a year, getting shipped with a guy that she only likes as a friend, and having to work with the person she feels the most awkward with, Camille admits this is worse than everything else.

Sometimes a people aren't who you think they are. Even if they seem like the stereotypical popular girl, they could surprise you. They could be unexpected. They could be the unexpected one. Disclaimer: Story icon is not my drawing I found it on the interwebs but edits are mine and just so you know the people expressed in this story are all based on stereotypes and there are some really nice popular people I know that aren't into all of that makeup and boys and whatever. This isn't ment to offend anybody. By piper of percabethfangirls929

Riley is an 18 year old, nothing special about that. But when she was a small child things were different, much different. She was abused by her father and was left in hospital more than once. Riley's father is long gone, but she still worries he'll come back for her and her mum. She can't trust anyone apart from her mum and her best friend Bailey, but she has to move on from the past and focus on the future that lies ahead of her. When she meets Hunter things change she feels more comfortable, but when she finds out Hunter's dark past she feels betrayed. Can Riley learn to trust anyone again? Or will she be living in the memories of her past?

Sarah Jane Conner's suicide rocked the world of her family and friends. Just when everything almost seemed to settle, it's kicked up once more by strange letters.