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a collection of drabbles, mostly one-line thoughts. a plentitude of emotions and hue poetry. many of these are tweets from my illhueminati twitter c: (c) mockingjayde 2013-2014
❝There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.❞ A collection of short stories.
I unlocked the chain on the door on the balloon once we landed. He stepped out and looked at me. He memorised my every feature as if his life depended on it, and I did the same to him. I made sure to remember the little scar on his nose and the wrinkle in his forehead. I knew the freckle on his neck and the swift aubu...
❝Love is banned. Affection is forbidden. Lust is prohibited. In a world where relationships are decided by the government, maybe the only way to keep Nora and Ryan's love alive is to write letters. Between them both, they wrote thirty-nine letters. The fortieth letter went unanswered.❞ // ©ThatReeader 2015. All Righ...
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
In which Cosmology writes about her life. {short story #80 - 3rd January 2014 & humor #242 - 28th December 2013} © belora / bee s. 2013
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
love is death (DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was 13 or 14 and I understand there are many mistakes!!!! I won't be editing this story so it will stay as it was. If you read this story now by any chance please((!!!!))keep in mind I was a very young writer. Also, during this time a lot of people on wattpad were writing...
We all believe in fallacies. But the biggest fallacy of all is that dreams do come true. When it's quite apparent they do not. All Rights Reserved.
i will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in whatever order you like. Sept. 2013-June 2014 "eye of twilight" from Jan...
she was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.
"Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: As fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind" delirium Lauren Oliver.
OLD VERSION Self-proclaimed pathetic being Sam Anderson is shocked when her ex-almost-boyfriend, Austin, comes up to her and asks her to drive him all the way across the country to California just so he can see his girlfriend. Thinking she was only getting into a quick, scenic car ride across America, she finds hersel...
Join Cali and Cae as they explore the vast expanse of the Americas, and the lovely platonic-yet-slightly-lesbianic relationship they have with one another. Bands, books, ice cream, and confusing British terminology are all conversations on the table. Care to join? Get in the van. There's no going back. Humour #228 Tee...
"We all live, Emily, and we all die. It's part of being human, but more than that, it's part of being alive. I'm proud to say that I lived, and when I die, I want you to be proud too." Emily knows a lot about life. She does, after all, have sixteen years of hands on experience. But when her best friend is diagnosed wi...