Works of Art in Writing
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J e a n s J a c k e t by xPureChances
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[FEATURED STORY] At school, they were nothing. At midnight, they were lovers. Because one minute after midnight... a rich girl and a boy who came from nothing found something they had in common. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #25 |
Imperfect by ellanor24
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she would never be good enough for them. *lower case intentional cover by the lovely @fourgiving TW: eating disorders, bullying, self harm please read responsibly and take care of yourself <3
The Sweater Girl | LGBTQ+ #JustWriteIt #Wattys2017 by -TheWiseGirl
-TheWiseGirl
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Clark always knew Johanna was always a quiet girl with a loud mind. He understood the Sweater Girl. He understood everything about her; except that she liked girls. Loved girls. Not boys, but girls. And the worst struggle was that he liked her. A book full of friendship, heartbreak, and finding and repairing love. ( btw I wrote this two years ago, prepare for cringe, stereotypes, awful grammar, and very bad knowledge on the LGBTQ+ community... I know better now lol ) ; LGBTQ+ Just Write It ; ; Highest Ranking: #225 in Short Story ;
For Oliver, From Jay || On Hold by SparicsJacket
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"And in the end, we were all just humans...drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." -F. Scott Fitzgerald - two separated lovers writing to fill their sorrows with words of hope.
Senseless  | H.S by searching_for_words
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“I thought you were blind.” “I am.” He chuckles flipping another page in his unknown book. “Then how are you reading a book?” “I’m not.” He smiles looking up in my exact direction. “Forgive me Sir, I just don’t understand-” “I carry this book around because it makes me feel normal. It brings me a sense of comfort to know that at least maybe I can look the part. And I hope that maybe someday I will open up to one of the random pages and everything will come flooding back. Every word will purify with every second that passes and I will be able to see again.” “That’s beautiful.” I mumble to myself. “So are you.” All Rights Reserved