Akiraweasley Stories

The desperation in his voice was misplaced and as his eyes glanced over my face I knew he was just as broken as I was. That kiss, those caresses-the feeling of his skin...

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not...

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all-in which case, you fail by default foll...

Ummm many teens and people have some things they wanna talk about but they don't coz its a so called "taboo".... they just mum up and end up never talk about i...