Everythinginbetween storie

"Why me?" "What?" "Of all people, why me?" * * * Life of two siblings is jolted, when they accidentally swap bodies... Adaptions from chronviac 4.0. The unforseen changes.( Bro-sis swap.)

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❛ ❛ it started with a whisper. and that was when i kissed her. and then she made my lips hurt. ❜ ❜

Poems on Being, Becoming, and Everything Between

it was just a simple day for a family untill they were to nm I've out of the country because of trump.

♡ Short mediocre poems to express my feelings. I hope you like them! ♡ Also just an fyi some of the poems have mature words and some may be triggering. Be careful when you read them and don't take them to literally. They don't all represent me. Some are just words that go on the page in the perspective of characters I made.

Random everyday musings about life, love and everything in between.

of The Second Generation of Witches of West End. New Orleans, known for such beautifully breathtaking sights like Bourbon Street at night and Mardi Gras. Home of the French quarter, St Louis cemetery and the now deceased voodoo queen; Marie Laveau.  For any creature interested in historical locations and people, New Orleans has a lot to offer as well as a lot to offer for those not interested in history. Throughout the year many different special occasions and attractions take place that draw tourists from all over the world to marvel at the beauty of New Orleans and all it has to offer for those with enough time to enjoy everything. The streets and hotels always pack out during upcoming events, bars and clubs have to turn people away and drinking within the street became legal many years ago to accommodate the massive increase in tourism.   This city was truly a heavenly place for everyone, including the beast whom was already fast at work with a new toy. Piercing blue hues...

These are just poems that I have written.

my first ever graphic shop! hope u like it!!

Poetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.

s p l a s h a c o l l e c t i o n o f s t o r i e s t o l d f r o m t h e p e r s p e c t i v e s o f d i v e r s e p e o p l e s i c k o f b a s i c - a s s s t o r i e s w i t h o n e p l o t l i n e a n d t h e s a m e p e o p l e ? w e l c o m e t o s p l a s h

These are the words I wish to desperately hear but never really did so I decided to write them instead with the hope that when I need them again, I can always go back here to remind myself that I am a soul with a purpose and that I am strong enough to get up everytime I fall. I hope you can find comfort in my words in times when you feel like no one in the world will ever understand you. This is a space of healing, acknowledging your emotions, and maybe find it in your heart to understand that it's not bad to feel.

All I know is I'm at acting and mimicking people's behavior. So good I don't know what is an act anymore. This is me trying to sort it out. How much of my life is a lie?

This is just poetry I want you to criticize and judge and find meaning and contact me and tell me what you find whether it be good or bad I want to be better for all of you

"So I take it that your photoshoot earlier today went well?" He asked, paying rapt attention to me. "Yes, it did but I don't want to talk about work now." He raised an eyebrow with a small smile playing on his lips and a challenging look in his eyes. A shiver ran through my body with his look. Don't back down now girl. You asked for it. "Uhm," I swallowed nervously, shifting in my seat. "So, you haven't told me anything about yourself. I'd like to get started with that." I told him straightening my back. "What would you like to know?" He asked gazing into my eyes. "Anything." That I have not already learnt from the internet I trailed on in my mind. Fixing up a smile. "Well, I'm an only child." "Me too!" I jumped in. He gave me a funny look, raising a well curved eyebrow. ------------------------------------------------------------- This is a short story about a girl named Bebe Andrewson and how her life is filled with sunshine and rainbows... well almost.