Poems. Death, suicide, depression, cutting, sadness, loneliness, bullying, hope, religion, love, tears, pain, joy, and more. Read if you want poems and maybe a few one-shots too. But if you want everything to have perfect rhymes, sorry. Look somewhere else. #1 in Poetry on 2/15/2015 <3
Most little kids are either excited or terrified of the Circus. What about the performers themeselves? Not every Circus can be normal without having goosebumps. The name is Lucas Laugh, I'm young and I live in L.A. This is only the beginning of my twisted up life.
My name is Kurt Warner I'm a security guard in a hotel that has had many mysterious and anonymous incidents. I'm 19 years old and I work day and night with my brother Walter Warner. One late night, on my night shift odd things began to happen. Maybe out of bad luck? Maybe out of spirits? who knows, until you read thi...
My name is Yanki Tomaroshi, I was born into the Clan called 'Kino' we hunt and we are hunted by the 'Sheerlin' clan that rule the other half. We each have our own sides of land split in half. If someone form the Kino clan were to cross that line they would get shot on battle ground. Each clans are ruled by a leader or...
When a missing childhood friend is found dead, a woman begins to understand that she herself is lost.
Poetry assembled from the very depths of a deranged mind. Trigger warning. Tragedy ensues.
New YA series set in the Wild West… After her family is slaughtered by outlaws, sixteen-year-old Grace Milton goes on a vendetta to capture the gang who did it. When she discovers the corrupt sheriff is being bribed by the gang who killed her family, Grace hunts down the killers on her own. But can she survive the har...
Introduction: Would You Want to Know? This is How You Die: Hematoma This is How You Die: Murder This is How You Die: Under Collapsing Shelf This is How You Die: After Many Years, Stops Breathing, With a Smile on Face
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
