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This a collection of things that happen to me. All of this is my own work except from a few poems that have song lyrics,that I've twisted. Read and enjoy!!
This a collection of things that happen to me. All of this is my own work except from a few poems that have song lyrics,that I've twisted. Read and enjoy!!
~ I smile a lot because I don’t want people to see how broken I am inside, but sometimes – just sometimes – I wish that someone or anyone would see through me and that person would save me from my misery~ Maeve O’Connor is no weak girl. Constantly struggling, to keep her head above the water. With an alcoholic father...
How to talk to a suicide, by a suicide. If you are one, add your own thoughts through private message.
Life behind Claire's eyes is unfair, almost torture. Her life is based on one thing: Gymnastics. There's no turning around or bailing out. It's terrifying for her because she is also suffering from a heart disease, and she could collapse any minute. When she gets accepted into The USA Gymnastics Academy, her goal is t...
❝There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.❞ A collection of short stories.
[C O M P L E T E] ❝sometimes one person, just another wandering soul, can change your mind about everything that you feel life should be.❞ NaNoWriMo13 ©2013 by HelloShiloh. All rights reserved.
Aspen is receding further into the depths of her own mind. She seems hopelessly confused. Until she meets Cassie, the seemingly perfect girl that wants to be friends. Plagued by relentless hatred, Cassie seems like her only hope. But Cassie is hiding a few secrets of her own. Seemingly relentless, Aspen isn't quite su...
No matter how bad someone has it, they're always told that someone has it worse. And the thing about people is, they all have a story. Some tell them, others hide them. But this is my story, not a sob story.
A story about a 13 year old boy. I walked on 3 minutes late. Everyone starred. I took a seat in the second row. Time slowly ticked by. The kids at the back cursed at the bus driver. He didn't hear. I listened to the sound of the engine. Something hit my shoulder and rolled onto the seat. It was a crumbled piece of pap...
A hard harsh past. Parents dying from a car crash and moving from one space to another isn’t that enough. No it’s not because Malaeka has gone to her uncles, she been beaten and abused and even raped. She tries to fight back and finally does it. But has she done the right fighting back towards him. She’s running away...
Everyone has their wishes; A new car? A scholarship to the college you applied? The latest gadget everyone's using now? That special someone to love you back? Well, my wish is simple. I wish I never existed.
"Remember when we were voted cutest couple at the end of senior year? A lot has changed since then. Tell me- why did you come back?" Alex and Carrie have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Suffering through life in their poor, dumpy old town, they swore they'd bust out of there as soon as they could...
She is a dreamer, living outside of reality. She is a dreamer, burning bright, loving deeply and falling hard. She is a dreamer; but what happens to the dream, when the dreamer dies? Short Story #152 Teen fiction #698 2/11/2013
These are my ramblings, my thoughts, my feelings, my tears and everything else I'm afraid to show people soooooooo Comment, Vote and Follow, thanks a ton!
❝ some things are just black and white; like words, and letters of words, scripted on delicate paper. ❞ a place to contain the little snippets of my mind that refuses to stay tame.
If you're looking for a sign not to kill yourself, this is it. I love you so much. [editing complete] {Bullying series Book one; Listen to our Bullying Stories Book two; It Gets Better} -photograph on cover is from Pinterest- copyright © 2014 kbaspires. all rights reserved.