Letters I wrote you
It was saturday, again, and I was still waiting. Very old story, wrote this back in high-school, it's probably very cringy.
It was saturday, again, and I was still waiting. Very old story, wrote this back in high-school, it's probably very cringy.
Renata Santos doesn't expect her heart to flutter when she catches a boy stealing flowers out of her backyard. But as she unravels his reputation, she realizes puppy-eyed delinquent Isaac Marshall may just be the sunshine she needs to turn her life around. 〚 a wattpad featured story 〛
"Hayley, I've been calling you for the past fifteen minutes. Why didn't you answer?" "Because I'm not Hayley...?" "Oh." "..." "Then who is this?" "Delilah." "Well hello Delilah." #16 In Short Story 5/10/17 #2 in anti bullying 9/5/18 :) *old story*
It is difficult to express oneself. Especially when you have so much going on inside your mind, but no one who will listen to it.
Kelsey and Jack have made it through the crucial, difficult first few months of their new relationship. Kelsey has survived a vicious assault, and achieved moral retribution against her attacker, while Jack has finally overcome his shyness and stepped out of himself far enough to make a real connection. Kelsey is read...
Highest Rank: #11 (Sept. 17, 2017) Started: August 7, 2017 Rhyme-aholic Poetic Lunatic
Every lost heart wants to be safe and sound. And every lost poem needs to be written and found.
Let this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and let every word take you into the deep.
"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
{Highest Ranking: #1 in Short Story} Liam Walker's life changes drastically when he watches his best friend Allison Parker get hit by a car. The injuries are so bad that Allie ends up in a coma, leaving Liam devastated. He visits her at the hospital as often as possible, wishing for nothing more than to see her wake...
"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juve...
"I'm pregnant." and "I never cared." are two deadly sentences that Aerial Mason never wants anyone to say to her. So how ironic is it when those exact words are said by her best friend and the one she loves the most?