Charlie is an ordinary teen trapped in a messed up house. Well ordinary doesn't quite cut it, not anymore, not since things changed. He has been blessed, but will he use his blessing for good? Or for bad?
Will his wrongs turn to right, or will his rights be forgotten? Charlie has no idea, but he'll find out soon enough. He'll find out exactly what he's capable of, it's his only means of escape from a torturous reality, and he'll do anything to get out.
This is like a poetry book, except they don't rhyme. It won't have regular updates. It's just a place to write words. Words that don't get spoken. Words we feel, but don't say. You can read it if you want. But it's more of a book for me than you. I do address you as "Dear Reader", but that's in case I ever decide to publish this hard copy. Please don't criticize or hate, if you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that. It will go on for as long as I want, so until you see the "Completed Story" tag on it, don't think it's over. Enjoy, I hope this encourages you, or just eases you. Maybe you will come to realize things.
All my own work. Do not steal! Cover by me.
Maya Grace grew up in a small town full of sweet tea and fake smiles. Asher Ricks was her best friend and her rock. When her mom lost her mind, when her dad left, when she almost lost it and drove her car off a cliff, he was there, despite all of that, she was clueless. He was in love with her with every part of his soul, but Maya was a little wild. She was intrigued by the new boy next door, Blake. He wants her to be happy, but he will never be happy without her. (WARNING: profanity and mildly detailed scenes)
This is my collection of miniature tales, kind of short verses with deep and hidden meanings. Just scratch your heads a bit and please enjoy my work :)
I haven't really had any lessons on poetry apart from grade 5 English, but I enjoy it. I feel like the emotions that I feel are great for poems, so I'll write them.
Not every poem will be based on my real emotions tho, some will just be made up, probably the love ones will be not my emotions because I'm a lonely teenager, lol.
Just my own opinionated thoughts, that I want a platform to be established.
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I have many questions, I want the answers of.
"Masquerade"
A dance of false smiles and hidden pain, where masks conceal the cracks beneath. These poems unravel the quiet agony behind the facade, exposing the truth of a soul yearning to be seen.
Hi thank you for taking the time to read my poetry and short pieces of creative writing aka Book
They are all original and no I have not searched up ideas from the Internet or books I've just thought these up in my head and typed away and this is how they turned out
Also some snippets of work wrote under the name S.W
Toodles!❤
P.S If you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all
Much appreciated
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'The Girl' is a collection of short stories/poems put together from an outsiders point of view on multiple girl's lives. I went through a lot at a young age, which inspired me to write about my feelings and experiences of which people might be able to relate to, surrounding today's society. Most of the stories have very deep/dark meanings behind them while there are a couple optimistic ones aswell.
- Everything that I write here are based on my own feelings, or from my imagination, or maybe from uncle google. Please deal with all my typos and my grammar mistakes because you will saw it, everytime, everywhere since english is not my main language.
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Enjoy!
Sara King is new to Chester High school she is a senior now but is having trouble getting friends till she met Justin Adams. He is a bad boy no one like talking to him they think he is another word for hell. But Sara dosen't think of him like that.
"𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐭-𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬, "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫." "
This is a small collection of poems that I've written and some who I found delightfull (don't worry it is marked which poems who are not mine).
Either way ride with me through this journey of life and death, hate and love and happiness and sadness. Some of them has a very deep meaning and others reflect the everyday life. Feel free to critique it and enjoyy🍃🌷
[ #1 in Expressing, 2019-08-12 & 2019-10-30]
[ #1 in Deep Meanings, 2019-08-16 & 2019-10-15]