Forevergone Stories

sorry for the long title, im not gonna say what this is about. First of all its not mine, its by an arabic artist Mohammed Al Salem (yes i listen to arabic music. why its cuz im arab!!) two people will understand where im going with this hope you two read this. Now enjoy!!

things on my mind.

A short story based on real-life events. "My uncle died yesterday morning. He was young, only in his late 20s. He had one toddler, another on the way. He overdosed. Part of me knew..."

Lorelei Thomas is seeing something. Not pleasant, it is almost deathly. Somebody must have put a hex on her, but as we know, myths are fake. Somehow, Lorelei must figure out how to stop these vivid visions and figure out the message that is trying to be sent.

Betrayed, Lost, Gone, and Dead. The things Percy wishes never came to him. Now Percy, the Good Percy, is dead. All he wants to know is, why? Leaving him wanting to die, but this could cause war? Why does this always ends badly? Percy Jackson? Percy Jackson is a forbidding legend, a stolen legend, history will be wiped clean of Percy...

In a world where there is a hero, and there is a villain. The villain is always jealous of the hero and everything they have. One day, the villain decides to do something. Something that can never be undone. They do something that changes everything from the sidewalk the people in the city walk on, to the very way the planets orbit the sun. Life may never change back, and they must forever stay in the prison they created for themselves.

I might later turn this book into more poetry styled, but for now, this book is just my stance and opinions on things that I feel like I have a very strong connection with.

The two, Kira and Colt have finally found peace and are living their lives together happily. Colt leaves to go to the store for the first time and still has not returned. Its up to Kira to find out what happened.

A lot of things are frightening, scary. Like hatred. Like murder. Leaving that house, it was awful- but good, refreshing. I had already said my goodbyes to all my friends and that almost made me cry again, almost had healing wounds reopened, but I was sort of happy I was leaving the town of Harstgwin- People were starting to wonder if crazy ran in the family.

We're best friends, We're good to each other. When we get old enough pakakasalan nya daw ako, pero iniwan nya ako...

" Hey, my name is Wes Thompson," She kept looking down. I got upset and went to turn around, when he felt someone grab his arm. "My name is Cora Walker," said a soft voice, I turned around quickly. My eyes widened when I saw her. It was easy to tell she was country, I thought "So, I can tell that you are country also," Cora said. I looked down at my Ford t-shirt,blue jeans, and Rocky boots, and said," Yes I am country." She giggled and we smiled at each other. Her teeth are so straight, white, and pretty, I thought. I said, " How about we tell each other about ourselves, is that ok with you?" Cora nodded. Then the bell rang for class, " Sit by me at lunch, and we can talk then. I will see you at lunch, " I said. Cora smiled then walked to class alone. I stood in the hallway for a few minutes thinking about Cora, then walked to class smiling.

after the end Tord feels like a disappointment and decides to run away from the army. now hes forced to sleep on the street. then he remembers a friend from high school and call her. Zachie luckily has room in her house and takes Tord in. tord gets more depressed everyday he starts to get bad night mares from the end. what happens when halo meets tom and makes a deal. what will happen when a glitch child is born. those will only be answered by reading the book Sadly I have fallen out of the fandom and I have lost interest in this book. I may pick it up again later but at this point I've lost all interest in this book. May have mcyt related books coming out soon. Sorry to the one who loved this book.

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A poem I wrote about a grieving process I'm currently going through. Reminder that it is always okay to not be okay

This is a story, about an girl who doesn't know who she is...but she gave herself the name Maxy (MAX-E)...Also, this Is basically, like Maxy, is vlogging, or you are right there with her! PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS!

Sometimes dying doesn't mean you are actually dead. A cold imprisonment and ever nearing punishment for the whole world to see could cause it. That is the case for poor, naive Erin Rosslyn Wriley-Ramirez. Erin got herself into a mess she shouldn't have, even though she didn't definitely didn't mean to and wasn't to blame. Her father was. But she couldn't live with the guilt if she admitted it. Thinking there was no way to save herself, her father, and her 7 year old brother, she hit up what she thought was a man from her past with enough money and power to help them. She was only right about two things; he had plenty of money and power. But who she hit up wasn't who she thought he was and in his demise he was going to bring her down with him, like he should have years ago. Having a hidden life was better than running from those who knew you. D'Quan knew that but he knew fully well, Mafia King, Smokey wasn't going to be accepting his advice anytime soon. So instead he leaves notes. On decisions already being made. With facts and ideas that could've saved the King loads of money and precious lives. Advisors should only come to you in dire need. In your dire needs. Not after the fact. And certainly not in sticky notes. The King is edgy and ready to get rid of whichever irresponsible, emotionally stunted, man-child, is leaving them. He knows it would allow the heat to loosen and the rumors to be ceased, but he can't. The Mafia King has finally gotten himself into a mess he can't clean. Smokey, D'Quan, and Erin have gotten intertwined in lives they shouldn't have, and now they're paying for it. ******Not Done******

A poem I wrote about a grieving process I'm currently going through.