"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 che...
"She told me she photographed the things she loved yet, she never took pictures of me." -generated by a quote -a very short-story
Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that...
Her eyes are grey. His are green. This is what happens when grey and green stare deep into each other. (This story contains mature content, including explicit and suggestive language)
(IN EDITING) Hi. I'm Nicole Miller and I've been in foster care since I was born seventeen years ago. I've moved around a lot to say the least. Over the years I've been used, abused, and sexually harassed by my various foster parents. Now, I'm moving again. I never know quite what to expect. All I know about this new...
سألها " ماذا يعني اسمك ؟ " نظرت إليه و من ثم أتبعت نظرها بالقمر " يعني القمر الساطع باللاتينية .. سيلينا " نظر إلى عيناها بعمق و نظرة غريبة لم تحدد مشاعره " أنت اسمك .. " نظرت إليه .. كرر همسه " انت سيلينا "
She told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014