Истории Disfunctional

Three years ago, 11-year-old Elora Rossi had everything: five protective older brothers, a chaotic but loving home, and a life she loved. Then, the phone rang. A police report. A DNA test. A miracle: The twin sister she never knew she had. Elora always dreamed of having a sister. Helena was kind, funny, and effortlessly fit into the boisterous Rossi family dynamic. But then, out of an innocent, careless mistake, disaster struck. Elora was exiled to a bleak boarding school in Scotland, branded a traitor by the people she loved most. ​Now, she is coming home. ​But the Rossi manor isn't home anymore. Her room is gone. Her brothers look at her with cold, guarded eyes. And standing in the center of it all, wearing her face and living her life, is Helena.

Poems full of my feelings.

Aster is a girl trapped by silence and circumstances and love. The silence of the people around her, the circumstances of her home and the love of her grieving and deeply broken mother. Daniel is a boy trapped by obligation and determination and love. The obligation to follow in his families footsteps, the determination to fulfil his parents expectations and the love of his female relatives in crisis for whom he is rock and comforter. Both are lost in the relentlessly in coming tide of high school's impending end and the future that lies beyond it. Both are drowning without knowing until the one speaks and the other listens.

Issachar Welld is a mute. By choice though. After his father died he had nothing to say. One day while at Shell City on a school trip, he sees a girl in the fire. She tells him things. Makes him do things. The only one who he can go to is his brother. What he doesn't know is how his brother feels for him. Sadly it's enough to put him through Hell. What will he do, about his brother, this mysterious girl, and his strange feelings.

Do you ever think that superhumans are perfect? That you wish that you could be like them? To not be a loser? Well I'm sorry to tell you this but everyone has problems and some superhumans are SuperLosers

A girl struggles a confusing life with a strong mother and an abusive father.

Alex, a 16 year old girl from Seattle moves to New York. Alex is caring, beautiful, funny, and smart. But there is one down side about her, she has dyslexia. She was diagnosed with this in the second grade, and has lived with it since. When she starts her new life, she will turn into an inspiration for others to overcome their obstacles.

Imagine a bunch of freaks in one building. Then picture them fighting evil while also trying to live with each other. That's what you're about to read right now. Previously: --- This Volume: When a new cousin named Ricardo joins the mix, he proves to be extremely annoying. With the DVD under the Green Bean Bag in jeopardy and a bunch of other stuff going on... What'll happen next?

This book is a collection of poems created over time to express my feelings throughout the journey we call life. Each chapter will most likely be a short poem. Enjoy ! Thank You.

This is a very short story, a blog post if you will, in first person. A question asked to me in class and my written response. What Kind of Learner are You?

What if you had one month to live. What would you do? Here is her story, about her mistakes. Well... it wasn't her mistake afterall.

Her life has been far from average considering she's never had a steady paternal or maternal parent, but all things considered she's held herself together this long. That may not last as long as she would have hoped after an encounter with strangers who change everything and a masquerade that will change everything.

A girl with slight disabilities and speech difficulties manages to find a way out of the little hole of her world. Put into a school after being previously home schooled. Overcomes her minor problems. Gets herself a job. Finds friends after being alone for so long.

**Wattpad featured story** WINNER of The Galaxy Awards (1st position in General Fiction) WINNER of The Freedom Awards (1st position in Adventure) #48 in Adventure (25/Nov/2017) "Down by the river by the boats Where everybody goes to be alone Where you won't see any rising sun Down to the river we will run When by the water we drink to the dregs Look at the stones on the river bed I can tell from your eyes You've never been by the riverside Down by the water the riverbed Somebody calls you somebody says Swim with the current and float away Down by the river everyday When that old river runs pass your eyes To wash off the dirt on the riverside Go to the water so very near The river will be your eyes and ears I walk to the borders on my own To fall in the water just like a stone Chilled to the marrow in them bones Why do I go here all alone" - Agnes Obel Heavily inspired by the song. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Excerpt: She never broke into big smiles, cried, laughed or gave out any expression - but I wouldn't say that she was expressionless either - just that she was way too mysterious. And I liked that about her. She smiled; a short little lift of her lips. She stared; a wide pair of eyes looking straight into my soul. She tried to figure me out; a small crease along her forehead. She became sad; a tiny bit of teardrop trying to sneak its way out of her eyes. She became angry; a frown, almost invisible, constantly there. How can you not be obsessed with her? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Main Genre: Psychological Thriller Sub-Genre: Adventure

It was stupid. I was selfish. It's all my fault. I drove him to this. Now I am nothing. I have nothing. I have no one but him. And he owns me. .... But I dont dislike it. .. In fact I think I like it. I don't own any of the songs that I use. And only the crappy hand drawn photos are mine.... and the charaters and story are mine.

A young boy born in a messed up family; mother a drug addict, father an alcoholic. All he ever knew was abuse either from his family or his neighbors, at the prime age of 10 he did not know how to read or write, his life a complete mess, but everything turns even messier when his parents run out of money to buy alcohol and drugs Read to find out what will happens to the MC

L O S T ❝A lonely weary badger.❞ 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟰, 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟱 Dear R.C. I love the touch of your fingers. In my hair, it still lingers. There is madness in your veins, and magic in your bloodline. These two go hand in hand. A silent scream is the last pleading my soul, I told you last week that my nightmares have stopped because I am too afraid to tell you that all of them wear your face now. I was in love before I even fully knew you. I remember your fingers on my spine in summer. I remember your hand on mine, I remember your scream of agony. I remember. I remember. I remember. My soul looks like an empty hole as if all the earth's lights went out at once, pain and knife rhyme as easily as death and life. Death is even cruel lover. Love is a nightmare, don't call me a prophet, God doesn't want me to speak for you. Every time you touch me with your warm fingers I feel like praying. Your existence is love at it's finest. [ extended summary inside ] harry potter, g o b l e t o f f i r e maxine stirling © 2019 ( original version ) & © -- ( revamped ver.)