Blithe storie

Mara Williams is new at West Valley High School, and she wants with all her heart to forget her past life back in New Jersey. Nobody at West Valley knows her face, her story, or her name. Mara thinks she is in the clear at West Valley. But then James Ridgewood, a boy Mara used to attend school with back in New Jersey, just so happens to be in the exact same school as Mara now; and he knows everything about her. From her birthday to last funeral she attended. Mara cowers at the idea of being rude to James, to keep her past life in the past. But when the two are forced to work on an American History project together, they slowly let go of the past and slowly fall for each other. Until another specific someone comes back into Mara's life.

So you can't see color and neither can anyone else, but when you find your soulmate. You suddenly can see color, like the color of music and everything. But when you ask your Soulmate about the colors. They say "what colors?"

Taylor Bretton is a girl who wants to get away from her past life. She's started at a new school in the middle of the year, to get away from it all. Taylor harms herself to ease her mind off of the horrible memories. Now she finds herself being bullied alongside a boy named Trip, and the past almost repeats itself. Someone comes to visit but maybe some good will come out of it.

random poetry, and sometimes random short stories, that i write that suck but hey if you like them then thank you a lot. i will always have my signature with the writing so please credit me and don't steal my poetry. these writings may or may not be about me or someone i know. x

Short Poems with no hope.

In a city where magic is a disease, the only cure is a painful, permanent mark. But some secrets are etched too deep to be contained. In the vertical city of Nenthys, built into the face of a monstrous abyss, the Blight is a death sentence. This parasitic magic infects the mind and body with agonizing pain and terrifying mutations. There is no cure, only treatment: the art of the Scar-Scribes, who channel the corrupt energy into beautiful, brutal tattoos called Sutures. It is a merciful, violent act that saves lives at the cost of eternal marking. Cassian is the city's finest Scar-Scribe. A man haunted by loss, he believes his art is a necessary evil to manage suffering. But when he is summoned to the opulent Celestial Palace to heal the crown prince, he discovers a truth that will shatter his world. The prince's violent nightmares are not madness-they are visions. Visions of an ancient god, the Sleeper of Nenthys, stirring from its slumber beneath the city foundations. To uncover the secret, Cassian is forced into an unlikely alliance with Anya, a rebellious Free-Marked thief who embraces the Blight rather than caging it, and Silas, a disgraced Inquisitor who knows the city's darkest history. Together, they descend into the forgotten depths and uncover a terrifying conspiracy centuries in the making: Nenthys is not a city. It is a prison. The Sutures are not a cure. They are the bars. And the Wardens who rule are willing to sacrifice every last soul to keep their inmate silent. Faced with an apocalyptic ritual and a queen who will burn the world to save it, Cassian must make an impossible choice. To perform the ultimate Suture, he must become the one thing he has always feared: not a healer who contains pain, but a conduit who unleashes it. For fans of Brandon Sanderson's intricate magic systems, the grimdark world of The Poppy War, and the haunting beauty of The Name of the Wind, this dark fantasy epic will captivate you from the first page to the last.

just a poem about sad stuff

Friendship is magic, But mental illnesses is not. Now you will discover deeper, and much darker things about the mane 6.

poetry for a sad ones soul.

Don't let the monsters in your head win. You are stronger than them.

The struggle to find love while fighting the darkness inside. This is completely true about my life, struggling with self harm and trying to find love in all the wrong places. If you're struggling and need someone to talk to I'm here! Self harm is never good, it's only a temporary escape. I learned how to be independent, and then accidentally fell for my best guy friend. To all the guys out there in the friend zone, it's possible to get out! ;)