I pledge myself to you, my love, My life is no longer my own, My afterlife is unknown, If I'm fortunate, If I'm adequate, To be in the heavens, I'll plead for my home. Your eyes are my home, Your breath is my air, Your voice is my song, Your arms are my shrine, Your heart is my altar, Your smile is my prayer, Your hand is my prize, I ache to make you mine. I need you in every way, My rib is not in place. My certain heart calls you, My present, My future, My solace, My first and last, My onliest love. My other self, My life, 'I love you' is not enough. ** Melody Summer is a nineteen year old homeless girl with a tragic past. Shy and introverted​ with major insecurities, Melody aged out of foster care and was left to fend for herself in the concrete jungle of Manhattan. When she meets Akram Sadiq, the handsome Juilliard student, her life takes a very unexpected turn. ***This story is a draft so hopefully will be edited once finished. Wish me luck :)

Thoughts of an infanticide victim

People make mistakes. They tend to judge one another and make unnecessary assumptions. They believe unfair stereotypes. They hurt each other. But in the end, what makes us human is to learn from our mistakes. Chastain Morris is the highschool queen. She didn't like Brimley Watson, the arrogant new boy in school. Or that's what she thought... **This (one shot) won first place in the (Teen Fiction challenge) held by @storytellers-saloon. July 5th 2016 .