Dragging Stories

Ballsack

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water filled her lungs. she heard the scream of her name... "you are mine rose, you are mine and only mine" "You belong in the ocean" CREDITS TO - @Ren3tta for the book cover

Amber: Life was hard at 1. Tough at 5. Challenging at 10. Impossible at 15. Well there is the fact that I have a totally opposite twin of me. That's hard enough. It would probaly be easier if my dad wasn't a crazy scientist giving everyone in our family superhuman powers. Marina says I always overeact and that I am a high stung teen. WOW she sounds like my mom... Marina: The way I see things, (I am the chill twin) is that we recieved gifts from our father that we can use in situations. NOT amber's flare up's. And we can say we have an "intelligent" father. And we have each other for support. But Amber just sees things differently I guess. Amber: Yeah Marina your right. It's okay that he gave some of us love, plant, animal, strenth, and weather powers. Wait no I think mom actually has embarassment powers. HA. Marina: Whatever but we have the best, fire and ice.

dedicated to all the necks we came for started ; june 25, 2020

Landin Dolan was never normal, he had dreams of people, he didn't know, dying, since he was 13 years old. It was his job to figure out what each dream meant, and what he had to do to prevent it from happening. He never knew running into a person from a dream would change his life or make him be willing to risk his life for somebody elses.

We are in the fight for our lives, literally, against the regressive forces of those who would drag us back to the past. This is an oscillating poem about hope and fear, and prayer for the future.

This is a collection of poems about remembering certain elements of the past that felt, indeed, very special to me. I hope you find reading it special, as well as reaching out to the particular ways I feel about them. ~Terry~

"She writes, Moving along with the flow, As the words show up on the screen, The faster her fingers go, Eager to get it all down, And she is lost, To a world, All of her own." -Lose Yourself, By Allyteration (Because I'm not going to quote someone else's poetry as a description for my own.) Also, most of my poetry isn't that light hearted, and deals with depression, sadness, loss, understanding, bullying, and various things that my brain decides to type and publish on here. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to message me about anything!

These are little short stories I've written. Hope you like them!

I was sitting at the table in the café where we were supposed to meet. The hours were dragging on and I was getting worried. He should be here, he should have called at least. Leaning back in our booth Stacy, a waitress me and Sam had got to know over the last few years, came over with a concerned look on her face. “Still not here?” She asked me. I simply shook my head. Giving me a sad smile she placed her hand on mine. “I remember back two years ago, you must have been what? Sixteen. And he got down on his knee and said…” “I want you forever, forever and always. Through the good and the bad and the ugly.” I finished for her, remembering the way he had looked at me and how I had nearly cried when I kissed him. Just as I said it my phone rang. The brittle sound seeming to crack my ice filled veins.