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Drunkards. by Healers
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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.]
Fragments by Monst3rs
Monst3rs
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One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
Adelia by coffeeflavored
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We could call her Adelia, as long as we had extra bread in the house when she came in at night.
Rhapsody by voyageur
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A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.
Cell Mates by Prepster
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When the school's two most notorious students are forced into spending every day for the next three months together, the results are bound to be explosive. [full summary inside] #107 in action 07/17/2016
sixty seconds by menswear_
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❝he wasn't looking for anything permanent, and she knew; but unlike everyone else, she didn't care.❞ timid but thriving, blair was anything but opposed to making friends with the tall, mysterious, blue-eyed boy playing guitar on a bench at one a.m. outside the city she lived in. loud but withdrawn, van wasn't like anyone she'd ever met, but his crude jokes and refusal to part from his beanie drew blair to him every night. he would talk to her through the duration of one song, then get up and leave. and after a few weeks, she realizes that sixty seconds a day keeps the heartache away. cover by: @-therapy
Signs of affection by embuscade
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❝what's a crush?❞
Wake me up by embuscade
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❝what if he doesn't wake up?❞
Speed of Sound by coexistence
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"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.
Paper Planes by erinedipity
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One Shot.