maybe he can help me touch.

"It's funny, really, how in the midst of torturous pain, immense suffering, and looming dread, everything seems to disappear around you. Emotions flea, pain evaporates, and you're left to feel nothing. You don't protest; there's nothing you can do. You just lay there and allow whatever it is to keep doing it, to keep harrowing you. You don't become wracked with sobs; you don't cry out for help; you don't push, shove, or shriek. There's no one to save you. You lay there motionless, almost as if you were in a deep unconscious sleep. Because feeling nothing, is better than feeling something of weary misery and hopelessness. Feeling nothing in the midst of pain was doable; it was tolerable. It's odd, really, that you feel nothing when you are fitfully defeated because it is better than feeling the insufferable pain which insinuates that of a broken soul."

"Oh I'm Harry," The boy said in a thick British accent as he looked me up and down, then held out his hand. "Lucy," I replied distractedly as I watched the girl who had just emerged from Harry's bedroom with nothing but a t-shirt and underwear on quickly gather her things and walk out without a word.

Stranded, scared, and broken. She doesn't remember anything besides the tragic shipwreck she suffered years ago. One Direction went through similar, a plane crash, and stranded on the same land. They thought everything was over, and their lives have ended...or so they thought. Who knew there was a person already living on the island? Who knew it was only an innocent girl who has been stranded for eleven years? Who knew, that one of them was going to fall for the strange island girl? Well, no one did. ©

They call themselves the Terrebit, but I just call them the Monsters. They invaded earth years ago, when I was just two years old. To this day they have killed 3,567,842,932. They are the reincarnation of the devil. They are an infestation of crystal blue eyes. But there is one. One who has emerald greens. He was different. Not just to us, but to them. I wish we had never met; but we did. And there is nothing that could wipe those intriguing green eyes from my memory. 3,567,843,984.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Sargent Franks is the highest ranked Sargent in the United States military. He has a daughter named Amanda, he loves her dearly. Something big happens that ruins their loving relationship: a British soldier is captured. Sure, there are prisoners, but when Amanda starts getting involved, things turn upside down.

As I walk towards my flat, I sighed heavily. The sky was dark so as my soul, tiny pebbles crunching beneath my feet like the sound of my broken heart. I sighed yet again and heard something broke behind me. I quickly turned around looking everywhere with fear and anxiousness in my eyes, repeating a mantra of ‘nobody’s there, it’s just a stray dog’ over and over again as I feel myself calm down. I turned around again but was cut off by a hand on my mouth. My eyes widened as I tried to scream for help. But it was no use, the cloth that was used on me was taking effect. As my vision starts to blur and my eye lids began to drop. My captor spoke with his rough yet angelic voice “You’re going to love your new home, Louis Tomlinson" I fell with darkness surrounding me and nothing but the sound of my beating heart.

Malory White is a young 20 year old girl who just finished college and started her own independent life.Who knew that it would be so hard? She lives in a small apartment and have a little money left from the money she got from her parents. Since she finished college she started to look for a good job.When she finally found one she met her arrogant, prick BOSS.. but you can call him Harry Styles Harry Styles the owner of Styles&empire, A man with a status.Player., Harry Styles can't stop but feeling attached to his new secretary. He would take her even in the corner of a room but does Malory want that..

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."