"Its a deal then". "Okay", he replied and before I had the chance to kick him out of my couch, outside my door away from me he placed his lips on mine. At first I was shocked, frozen in my spot and a bit irritated as I was wedged in an awkward sitting position. But soon my body began to respond, our lips moving in per...
"Alright. I got this far. What next Mr. Teacher?" He laughs at me. Actually laughs at me! If he thinks that just because his laugh is one of the sexiest sounds ever that he can get away with laughing at me, he is so wrong. My anger is lost the second his fingers start caressing their way up my leg, landing on my...
When a teenage cyborg is forced to hide out at a small-town high school, the unthinkable happens: she falls in love. *Optioned for TV by Cream Drama, Inc. *Winner: Maryland Romance Writers Reveal Your Inner Vixen contest, YA category *Winner: Gulf Coast Romance Writers of America Silken Sands Self-Published Star conte...
What South Africa is like through the eyes of an 18 year old girl. (with pictures) (Yes I actually live in South Africa.)
"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them...
Boring. That is one word to describe Sadie Jefferson's life. She goes to school, is on the honor roll, has two best friends, comes from a wealthy family, and is secretly in love with Lucas Favero, who doesn't know she even exists. It's the beginning of every romance novel she has ever read but when she meets an angry...
We pour our hearts out to feel some sense of security. What is this thing we call emotion that lives inside of us all? Writing let's the heart and mind agree on what to say. Poetry is a form of this security. This emotion. This compromise between heart and mind. This is my poetry.
#2901 Dedicated to everyone who lost themselves over something that worth nothing. [#1 Poem : 19 January 2019 -> 28 January 2019 ] [#1 Puisi : 31 January 2019 -> 3 February 2019 ]
[POETRY/PROSE] [an ode to the things that make me want to spit blood and call it poetry] copyright 2019
