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Drunkards. by Healers
Drunkards.
Healers
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  • Parts 3
2000; Indiana Wiley and Carter Warren; five year olds. Very dedicated fans to the Beatles. Ice cream lovers with Big dreams. Sounds like normal children who lived normal childhoods, right? 2011; Indiana Wiley; sixteen years old. Depressed. Anorexic. Brokenhearted. Carter Warren; sixteen years old. Illegal alcoholic with unstable anger issues. There was a climax in their life, where everything they hoped for and dreamed of together collapsed because of one encounter with a drunkard. (Goal: A n t i - A l c o h o l A w a r e n e s s.) [cover by the amazing @luminouscities.]
Letting Go by G_A_Milo
Letting Go
G_A_Milo
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  • Votes 108
  • Parts 14
Every teenager has their growing pains, but Skylar Paige has had more struggles than your typical girl. The high school dropout has been shunned by fellow classmates, betrayed by a friend, and tormented by her grumpy guardian Will. Above all, she is pregnant with a child that she is completely unprepared to have. But could that baby have been a product of one of the best things that ever happened to her? And when the time comes for her to move on from her troublesome life, can she let go of the painful baggage she carries with her to start anew? ***** This wonderful cover was made by IsaSecret- thank you, it looks great!*****
Between You and I by empatheticc
Between You and I
empatheticc
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  • Votes 243
  • Parts 39
It’s simply a story. My story. The one time I bring out my past, my present, and what I hope the future can be. Well, in the end, what else can we do besides hope?
The Stargazer by Figurine
The Stargazer
Figurine
  • Reads 975
  • Votes 65
  • Parts 11
I wonder what the stars did after they'd been wished on. Do they treasure the fleeting moment we'd wished on them, like we do in their falling? Or do they just stay up there and watch us flit by, as they go on to live the rest of their eons? ... My name is Amber Chase. As a kid, things were simple. Life had it's ebb and flow, ups and downs. I wouldn't say it was easy, but it wasn't hell either. More or less, I was the underachieved kid who didn't equal up to anything more than "slightly above average". I wasn't good enough to shine, but I wasn't so bad as to stick out. I stayed a silhouette, and I managed to scrape by just being invisible. I didn't leave much, or take much, I just watched. I was just, there. I had a few friends here and there, but for the most part? People left me alone. There's this one guy. His name was Marcus. He was my best friend, and we clung onto each other. We fought off each other's demons in hard-to-reach places. For a while, things were okay. When we had each other, we bore things better. I was in a rush to grow up, to finally hold the reigns of my life in my own hands, and be more than "just a kid". I had typical dreams and typical aspirations. I wanted to look after a typical, simple happiness. I don't know how this begun. I woke up one day, and I was undeniably alone. The cards I'd laid out all folded. Definitions changed. People dropped off the face of the earth. And I was left with myself, a headful of questions, and a navy blue canvas of familiar stars. Ever since, I've been seeking answers. NOTE: I am rewriting this entire story at a later date. I went back and reread everything... They sounded like disconnected dots. So if you're planning on starting this book? I advise you not to until I give the all clear.