A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
❝The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.❞ ~Edward Gibbons ▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼ Lily Thompson fled the earth by taking her own life, it was misfortunate yes, but no one knew why. She had amazing parents, friends and well, ev...
Noah is a young boy born with a dysfunctional face beyond imagination. When he grows into the habit of wearing a panda head costume to hide his face, he refuses to take it off for anybody except for his momma and the doctor. So when he meets Delilah, who wants to be his best friend and learn what he looks like, Noah m...
❝and your words were shards of glittering glass, lodged deeply in my heart❞ a collection of poems and short stories. © 2014 by overcast
I guess what I am trying to do is make people see that sometimes, when life is at its worst you need to look towards the future. That means accepting the way things are and moving forward. Things will be okay in the end. If its not okay, its not the end.
A girl fell in love with a boy who only got her in trouble, no matter how much she loves call, she has to do her good deed in life and send him to jail
This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.
A poem written about the great Nelson Mandela. He fought and he fought hard. He suceeded when others doubted him, fought against him. He was an inspiration. Tata of South Africa passed away an hour ago on 5th Dec 2013
To be or not to be. That is the question, isn’t it? A new school, new friends, new clothes, new trends, a new way of life. Completely new, I’m starting over. But that’s naivety for you. Nothing can happen without some sort of struggle. I lost my identity. I lost my own sanity. I lost three friends in the space of o...
Read it. It's short, won't waste too much of your, oh, so precious time. Oh and feel free to ask me to follow you(as long as you follow me too!), tell me to check out your work, or just tell me I suck at writing! Everything's welcome. Enjoy! By 101 oBsEsSioNs.
“Your eyes are the windows to your soul. Well that’s what everyone says… But your eyes are different. Why are they different?” “I don’t have a soul. Maybe that’s why.” When the difference between life and death is one bus shelter, one fifty-dollar note and one oblivious young buskers utter delusion, it becomes only r...
