Float cerita

What do they want from me? Did they want me to show all of my sides, my bad sides, my vulnerable sides, did it matter which kind of sides I was talking about? They were Relentless. Everybody wanted something from me. Everyone. Even Dad. He wanted me, because of Her. Even My brother. The person who was supposed to be my rock, my shoulder to cry on. He wanted everything, anything I could give. Even this town. Derry. How I wished it would just burn to the ground, how I wished I could leave and never look back. This town wanted me to be someone, something, they knew I couldn't, that they knew I wasn't. And now...a clown wanted something from me too. I was tearing apart. What do they want from me? The only person, the only people, who have never wanted anything, needed anything from me, gave me everything I knew I needed. Especially him, inhaler and all, my little Eddie... He made me so happy to be a Loser... {It 2017}

"I'm not emo, and I don't think i'm emo because I have blue hair. I was born with it." -Jinx Mells. Jinx Mells has been locked up in her parents apartment all her life. One day, she escapes out into the city where she meets Riley Matthews, who seems easily aggitated by her childish actions. After Jinx realizes she is lost, Riley agrees to have Jinx stay with him until they can find where she lives. After many failed attempts at getting her home, it seems as if Riley will always be stuck with Jinx. And with this "always," he becomes increasingly attachted to her. Jinx does not ever want to go back to being locked up, and Riley may not want her to ever leave. But with complications arising such as old girlfriends, rivals, getting lost over and over again, and fathers; Jinx and Riley are in for one heck of a ride.

𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠? 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕓

Fever of Untold is a collection of poetry which explores the state of being free. Of being oneself. Of sitting with yourself and living with the things we often overlook. With floaty vibes, this book will let you fly or maybe just float.

it my version and POV of all of the loser club's experience and other kids that I made up PS it's my version don't be angry

Mishigan describes herself as a free soul, a careless person. She seeks fun. Her family thinks she is going through a typical teenage phase . So when her family brings up 'a fun summer camp' she is not in. Not that doesn't matter, she has to go. She knows that. What she doesn't know about is the irksome, pesky boy who seems to be wherever she is. Can she survive this summer with all those "testing her patience" girls, all those guys whose ego's are bigger than their brains and her very own stalker? Mishigan has a whole lot of surprises coming her way, and yes going to summer camp is one.

"could i come with you?" he questions. she smiles ruefully, knowing she could not avoid this question. "you wouldn't want to come where i went."

Fred can't get enough of ghosts - he's obsessed - but in the graveyard is a secret to a place where he can have more fun than he ever imagined. Barry the bully had better watch out... Ghoulish jokes, funky rhymes, shadowy riddles, and a sizzling plot - all from dynamic poet, writer, and broadcaster Andrew Fusek Peters.

Clouds

The only thing she has ever known is negativity. Trust no one. Tell nothing. Don't let anyone into your world. It's all she's ever known, an idea that has gotten more ingrained and worse as she's grown up. Nineteen years of thinking like this and nothing has changed. But what happens when she gets, what seems like, a stalker (with a fantastic smell)? What happens when she slips and tells someone too much? And what happens when she discovers her ancestors have more control on her future than she does?

(A reddie story...)

Little free-style poems that were sitting around with nothing better to do.

Lance is tired: Tired of Keith's bullshiting. Tired of defending the galaxy. Tired of smalltalk. Tired of having to be the hero. Keith is tired: Tired if Lance's bullshiting. Tired of too many sleepless nights. Tired of not telling someone. Tired of having to be the hero. Lance is swimming, wanding to float.. Keith drowning, wishing for gills.

Just my thoughts, bottled If you are reading this, I hope I can remind you that you are not alone. Let yourself feel with me. You are valid, you are loved.