Frail Stories

I'm giving Inktober a go for the first time! I know Wattpad isn't really the place to post art but me and @phoenixsong870 decided we should do this so here I go. I've included the prompts on the first page if you also would like to draw 31 things in 31 days! After the success of Inktober I've discovered Huevember. After the success of Huevember I've discovered Doodlewash.

Would you take risk going to the other side of the frail bridge just to be with the one who loves you? Or would you just stand there watching the person you love crying while watching the frail bridge falling? Author's Note: Characters and scenes are only fictional and just a product of the Author's imagination. If there are any scenes or events here that is similar to yours, it's purely coincidental. DO NOT COPY, DO NOT REDISTRIBUTE, DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. No parts of this story should be reproduced in any form or by any means without the Author's permission. Take note, Plagiarism is a sin. Credits to the rightful owner of the resources I've used in making the book cover. If you are the owner of the resources and you don't want it to be used, you can message my account and I will remove it as soon as possible.] ©ThatGuyHoldingAPen2016 ***All Rights Reserved***

This is a collection of all the poems I've written about love-the joys, the hardships, even the simple little things that come in life

"Thin and soft like silk fluttering in the wind. Nothing can stop it from falling to the ground." -Hannah

I always thought birthdays were supposed to be filled with joy and happiness, as well as being surrounded by family. I guess that wasn't the case for me. On my birthday something happened, why did it happen? I had no idea. It was something that changed my life forever. ••••• "Run." That was the last word I heard from my mother's mouth as I booked it into the forest with my brother and best friend at my side. ••••• My life since that day has been lived out in the woods, staying in my wolf form ignoring my frail little human body. But everything soon changed when I met him. My mate. My savior.

He was Frail Physically and mentally. He was King Of a kingdom Ruled by others. Completed✔️ Hope Mist Awards First Place Winner

What it's like to have depression.

these are my drawings for the throughout this month. I didn't start posting this till the 7th so im sorry for that but the rest should be updated daily until the end of the month.

BOOK TWO IN THE DISORDER SERIES

Day 1 : Ring Day 2 : Mindless Day 3 : Bait Day 4 : Freeze Day 5 : Build Day 6 : Husky Day 7 : Enchanted Day 8 : Frail Day 9 : Swing Day 10 : Pattern Day 11 : Snow Day 12 : Dragon Day 13 : Ash Day 14 : Overgrown Day 15 : Legend Day 16 : Wild Day 17 : Ornament Day 18 : Misfit Day 19 : Sling Day 20 : Tread Day 21 : Treasure Day 22 : Ghost Day 23 : Ancient Day 24 : Dizzy Day 25 : Tasty Day 26 : Dark Day 27 : Coat Day 28 : Ride Day 29 : Injured Day 30 : Catch Day 31 : Ripe

Inktober but writing!

When you're in great emotion, brainstorm happens. And when brainstorm happens, you write a reflection of your soul — poetry.

Synopsis: "You love me, and that completes my story. " "Your heart reciprocates my love, and from there begins our story." ***** Now cross posted on Archive Of Our Own.

My father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father really is the bastard I know him to be. There's no escaping my future anymore. Growing up is the only way out. I pushed Mrs. Havisham away from me and fought out of Damon's iron grip. I stalked towardsmy father and his evil, hysterical grin. He opened his arms as if to hug me. I raised my sword and plunged it deep into his stomach. His face turned from a grin to shock and he looked down at his stomach to find the sword I was still holding implanted in his flesh. He looked back up at me and I pulled the sword out sharply, mercilessly. His face turned into a sick grimace which made waves of horror pass through my body. He fell to the ground just in front of my mother. A single tear ran down my cheek. I looked down at my mother and father, both dead, at my hand. Both bleeding because of a stupid peice of silver. Fighting. Fighting for freedom, for her life and for her friends. Fighting is all Jessica can do anymore because if she doesn't fight, her life with slowly crumble around her. Jessica was an ordinary girl until she came to Dean House but then again I suppose irony is sweet. She found she was a witch and a powerful one at that. She finds she has to bring down her father no matter what it costs, an arm, a leg, a life, even when it's her own mothers she can never stop. Fighting is the only things he knows now and a fighter she is.

Simon didn’t realize that he hadn’t hit the curb until he climbed out of his vehicle and discovered the young woman sprawled in front of his car. The woman was lying on the ground with blood seeping from a gash in her forehead, not responsive but definitely breathing. He quickly looked around and was relieved that the gas station was nearly empty. He knew from experience that no one inside could see him around the side of the building. He opened the driver’s side back seat door and tossed her in, closing the door behind her. He soared into the front seat deciding that “taking a leak” could wait.

50 word short stories for my first attempt at Inktober. They might be related, they might not. Let's find out. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay.