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There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-

Hello! First of all I would like to dedicate all of my poems to God. They are all for Him, and He has led and helped me to write all I them. I am not much of a story writer, but I occasionally write poems during my free time, mainly Christian themed. So, I thought I might post a few and see if anyone will read them. If you are reading this I would appreciate it if you are honest with me about how they are, but please be respectful when commenting.

A Christian Blog/Magazine If you have any poems, stories, or testimonies i will be more than willing to add them :) thank you and God bless! xoxo

In which the conditions themselves decide to speak. And those they inflict attempt a response. #freeyourbody #ThePeopleOfSociety A featured story for @themaddieproject #58 in short story (amazing cover by @soundthealarm)

You just arrived at your new apartment in L.A. and are waiting for your favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, to upload, but when his videos are late and you hear a crash from next door, you never would have guessed who you're living next to... Romance is blooming, but it isn't all tiny boxes and rainbows. The Internet is a VERY unforgiving place. Especially for a Girliplier...

In this futuristic novella, Lace Heavensmall is trapped at her high school during Freak Week, a global warming side effect that makes weather -- and people -- act completely nuts. Written by: Grace Helbig and YOU Want your chapter to be included? Check back each Thursday for a new "Writing With Grace" episode and chapter prompt. Make sure to tag your submission with #WritingWithGrace. Read the full Rules & Regs on the @writingwith profile page!

A modern day boy, Remin loved rummaging through the forest in his back yard. That is, until he discovered that sword....

~Thank you for the continued love for this series! I was 13 when I began this book, and am now taking the time to go back to completely rewrite it, and maybe just publish someday~ I'm 15 and my name is Astrix. Let's start with that. That seems like an easy thing to start with. Now, let me add in some other details. I live in a zombie apocalypse. Yeah, that's about as enjoyable as I can make it seem. Now let me add in something else. I'm wanted by the CIA for reasons that I don't even know, but I guess I will find out eventually. Maybe somewhere within my story I will figure it out. I'm well known as The Bad Ass for reasons that are kind of obvious once you meet me. Maybe that's why they're after me? Because I'm a Bad Ass? Nope, I doubt that. Well anyways, the answers are out there. Along with the answers to my past. The answer to life even. Maybe it really is 42 but I don't think it would hurt to start looking at one. So here we go. Chapter one. Book 1 *Being completely rewritten, final product will not be put on Wattpad, but hopefully go to print* **Highest Rating--#44 in Adventure**