To think anything good would ever happen to me was just a dream. I had a dark past that haunted every bone in my body. It made me want to hide. So I did. My name is Blake. I am 17 years old but I would hide from the rest of the world like a 3 year old would when he was afraid of something. It was finally my last year...
How do you know that you truly love someone? Is it the way that they smile at you, or the way that you can't stop thinking about them? Can you even love somebody when you're 20? What about 17? 17 year old Alice Williams, a supposedly violent person who hurts her father over and over again, is about to show her w...
I call it opposite because I always thought poetry was dumb, but I now find my self writing it. I will add and edit this album here and there.
When a mortal finds the world of the Sights, a race of people who can travel through dimensions, she is put up for death sentence. But she's saved by a Sight, who needs help, a LOT of help. And this job isn't gonna be easy. Get ready for an intergalactic chase between time and space with dangerous enemies and mysterie...
This is a fanfiction about The Lunar Chronicles, specifically Cress. It will not only be about the relationship between Thorne and her, but that will be part. It will simply be in her perspective. Only read if you have read all three of the current books in the series, because there will be spoilers! Hope you enjoy!
Even when Lacy is 26, she is still avoiding problems with her mate. It isn't like a fairy tale ending like everyone thinks. Being part wolf is hard work, especially when your job is to re-train wolves, like Lacy's. After meeting her new client, she gets a call from the Alpha of her pack, telling her that they might...
What would you do if I were to tell you that magic did, in fact, exist? Would it turn your whole world upsidedown? Or would you call me crazy and move on with your life? Either way, let me assure you, magic is real. It courses through my veins just like blood does through yours. It powers all of my being, of myself...
Friends are inspires others. Poems are inspiring. But life is inspirational. This is a collection of my thoughts, issues, and ideas in poetry form! :)
Who would have known? I have been living with my adoptive parents since I was 7 and I can't ask for a better life. I was always spoiled but no matter what my mom and dad do for me, I will never forget my horrifying childhood . Now that I'm in high school, I'm waiting for my break through. I get mad at myself sometimes...
The knife was pressed against her throat as she gasped. What did she do to catch the attention of a killer? "Careful there," the man warned. "I'm not such a steady hand when I'm annoyed." "What did I do?" she pleaded, "Why am I here?" "Sweetheart, you've been recruited," and with those words the man knocked me unconsc...