من دیوونه نیستم ،دیوونه شدم! شايدم نشدم ولی سر از جایی در آوردم که فکر میکردم جای من نیست آره !دیوونه نشدم فقط باور یه چیزایی سخته ! ننه ام تا تقي به توقي ميخورد گریه می‌کرد و آقاجون ناله! لابد اونام براشون سخت بوده که باور کنن دارن درد می کشن منم برام سخته که باور کنم دیگه نمی تونم چیزهایی را داشته باشم که ديگه نیستن

نوشته‌های‌کوتاه‌من:)

وارون و مايكل صحبت مي كنند .

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loud poetry from a quiet girl a growing collection of poetries and short story's Hope you'll enjoy reading :) ly P.S: There's a song to every poem / short story that I thought is fitting for the text. So if you want to fully experience it just listen to the music 🤍

[ UNEDITED ] READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! Let's be honest. What could possibly be worse than a 4 night stay in a 'haunted hotel'. Angeline, John, Max, Marcus, Ashlynn and myself, grouped together and assigned to stay in Room 414 of Resident Hotel. Creepy receptionist, elevator stopping at random floors, weird screaming at night, sudden deaths of students and seeing things only a person with a third eye could see. This is our story. *RESIDENT HOTEL IS A FICTIONAL HOTEL WHICH I MADE UP MYSELF.

During the years of 1971 and 1972, strange things started to happen to a little girl's family and no one could figure out why. Ruby was given a diary to write down her day to day life during this time period, and very odd and frightening things are written and described in it. Short after, she dies of mysterious circumstances and no one can figure out what has happened; if it is a curse or something more sinister. This is Ruby's diary. ((Short horror)) I wrote this story with my own original ideas, the characters, setting & plot belongs to me and therefore cannot be taken or copied in any way shape or form without giving me credit or consulting, if you see someone steal my story or ideas please let me know.

This is a collection of 12 heartfelt poems. There will only be 12. The first poem, some of you may have read in another book of mine but I believe it belongs here. Enjoy.

Madi's slumber party is suddenly terrorized by a harmless dare.