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just read ! do it if your feeling down or if your not feeling anything at all, just please don't ever take your life away <3
Make Me Laugh by dejalaughsalot
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a broken hearted girl that misses the way her boyfriend made her laugh
Whiskey Flavoured Kisses by Detective4Life
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Victorian AU featuring some murder husbands.
jace by thethirdplacer
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"My name is Jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia." Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?" My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person. "No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic." "Is there a difference?" I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't." ----- Jace is weird. Jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things: 1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again. 2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him. 3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label. A CampNaNoWriMo Novel
My failure of a life by miathefailure
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I don't have a diary in real life and if I did, my siblings would steal it anyway, so why it post it where the whole world can see? Great idea, Mia.
The Numbers on Her Wrist by KatherineHinchley
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Best rank: #1 in Action! Included in Action's Featured List! Amelia Reyes has been raised within an orphanage her entire life, but she just recently broke free of their grasp. The men who raised her taught her the skills of a street fighter. They taught her to take pain. They taught her how to survive. They taught her to give no mercy. They showed her pain. They gave her the 564 that is engraved on her wrist. But that 564 is a reminder. A reminder of love, of mercy, of hope. They took her innocence and her freedom, but they did not take the fire in her heart. ______________________________________________________________________ Thanks to @captainmarvel165 for designing this beautiful cover, and thanks to @LeagueofGraphics who featured it in their book and for everything they helped with for this wonderful piece of art! © 2015-2016 Katherine Hinchley (Wattpad user -MidnightStories-) All Right Reserved. No parts of this story may be transmitted/plagiarized/copied through any means without the prior written consent of the author. Nor should any part of this publication be reproduced, modified, adapted, or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author. If you see a book similar or a copy of mine, please contact me via PM. _____________________________________________________________________ The pictures used throughout the story are not mine and all rights go to the owner/maker of the images.
13 MINUTES TO DEATH by ProsenjitSarkar
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What would you possibly do while you don't have that one last chance? Will it be obvious to live for it or will it be the best choice to leave it? It's about that one last hope. One hope that things will be the same once again someday.
Redneck Romeo [Completed] by BoOk_DrEaMeR
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(Excerpt) I looked up into his gorgeous, honey-colored eyes and felt my heart begin to thrum with the love that was trying to over take me. His eyes were piercing and seemed to hold some unknown emotion that he was having a hard time controlling. The wind whispered against my bare legs and shoulders and I instantly regretted the tank top, blue jean shorts, and cowboy boots. I shivered unconsciously and he looked at me with concerned eyes. Without speaking, he slipped off his plaid button-up shirt and slipped it onto my shoulders. My cheeks instantly flushed a bright red. “How do you do it?” he asked me in wonder. “Do what?” I asked, confused. “Steal away my attention even with this captivating view surrounding me,” he frowned. My cheeks flushed even redder, “You are so cheesy and romantic, you know it? You’re like my own personal redneck Romeo.” “If I’m a redneck Romeo, then you are definitely my tan-legged Juliet,” he smirked and I knew that I was done for.
Recovery (Amnesia Sequel) by Stephattanasio
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Alice Reed has regained most of her memory, along with her family. But something is changing within not only the infected, but people she knows. Can Alice and the group continue to get along and survive through the changes and the upcoming winter? Or will everything finally take its toll?
The serial killer's weakness by SCSAGIVEMEANATAR
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Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the dangerous position she was in, she was smiling up at me, milky eyes full of tears that broke free and carved translucent lines in her pale cheeks. "Why are you still here," I snarled, my eyes a breath away from hers. "Because I love you," the answer was expected and a pleasing feeling of control flooded my body. "No matter how many times I hurt her she would look at me with those blank eyes that showed the most emotion I had ever seen, I would never admit it to her but I was quite fond of her. Releasing her throat, I gave her a moment to cough and splutter. Growing impatient, I trailed my fingers down the marks the tears had left. I don't know what love feels like, I don't think I'll ever know, but right now I think I love her the most I ever could love anything. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling that made me want to protect her instead of do her harm, it was my own brand of love. "Go fetch my knife xim," a giddy smile lit up her face, she didn't hesitate in walking he familiar path to my draw of toys. "This one," she asked, a freshly sharpened butcher knife in her hand. "Yes, that one," I smirked, striding over to her. Casimir, a young serial killer discovers that there's more to life than slaughtering young girls at bars.