These are some poems that I've written please vote and/or comment I would love to know what you think

Sadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.

Highest Rank: #1 in Teen Fiction!! VERY CLICHÉ! And written by a fucking 16 year old then who did not know better. *** "He is well known." "He is bad news." "He is dangerous." "He is a criminal." "Stay away from him!" These were all the things Zoe heard about Hunter. Hunter Adams, the school's well known bad boy. Zoe had only heard about him. She also saw him a few times smoking a cigarette and she would get disgusted and just walk past him. She never knew if he noticed her though -not that she cared either. Her purpose was to finish school and get a good job so she doesn't get homeless. Zoe seems average, but she is not. She has so much going on at home. All she secretly wishes, is that someone would save her. But she keeps on hiding all the pain behind her cute smile. Zoe is attractive; there was no doubt in that, but who knows what her clothes are hiding? Her bare body, or her bare body with scars? Zoe's life completely changes when one day the well known bad boy claims her as his. Unexpected turns, unwanted feelings, and a road of disappointments are waiting for Zoe. Her whole world is about to change.

16-year-old Jessii Monteer was always sure of one thing: she was an angel. Well, at least she WAS sure of that until one night she began getting terrible dreams. Dreams that beckoned her to the dark relm, the home of the demons. Jessii doesn't know what to think. She's supposed to be an angel. A beacon of light and hope but, if this were true, why does she feel like she belongs somewhere much darker than the Relm of Angels? ~Credits~ Cover by Writingart123 Story by MnMSoup Dedicated to both of my younger cousins for giving me a different perspective on everything.

"You will want me, your body will burn with desire for me. You won't be able to sleep without picturing me beside you. No matter how much you try, you won't be able to get me out of your mind. I'll drive you to distraction, honey. Every hour, minute and second. You will want me so bad. It's almost hilarious." He gave a throaty chuckle in the end. All the while my heart was hammering in my chest, screaming and demanding to be let out. And fly to him. Oh sweet snackers! Why was I attracted to the devil. To Lucifer for Fishing' sake! I felt him move closer than he already was. He leaned in. A soft whimper escaped my lips, and he smirked. His hands shot out and one rested on my hip. I opened my mouth to protest, or just to say something. But he silenced ir with his finger. "Shh.." I swallowed hard as his lips replaced his finger. Oh those sinful, sinful, lips! "Luce-" "Savour the moment, love. Savour it." I am so damned! **********

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

If you mentioned Ally Scythe to someone, they'd say one of three things. 1) That girl can skate. 2) Doesn't she work at the bookshop? or 3) Poor thing, her mother's death was a tragedy. Nobody would even consider the fact that she is battling something nobody should ever half to deal with. When she meets Cooper, she finally begins to believe there is good in people. With the help of her new boyfriend and the kindly old lady she works for, Ally makes a decision that changes her path of life forever.

a dally winston fanfic

if you thought suicide was a joke, then don't read this here book. because there are no laughs, no smiles, and no hope for the people trapped inside.

Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.