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The modern fairy godmother warning** Contains some secrets Baddies Code "RULE NO 1 BADDIES DONT ................. Dig a little deeper to find the secret.

A poetic short story/spoken word story, that introduces the harsh truths of reality.

This story is about a teenager figuring her way out through life like anyone else. But this isn't any teenage story. This story tells you the harsh truth of being a young Adult. Especially the bad parts....

Random poems, written by us: Elaine McAttybeth! No one's favorite poet with multiple personalities! We're all mad here, hope you enjoy our poems!

A story of deception.

Anne Miller, She has struggled too many troubles in her life in a small age . She was from one of those who never trusted anyone . But when she decided to join Whitelocks University, little did she knew the troubles haven't gone away , instead they increased. And she had to put all the faith she had in , into her newly made friends just for the sake of herself. Dominic Williams, A very quiet and mysterious boy who have always known and seen happiness in his whole life but still feels that something is missing in his life. He's considered as member one of the richest family of the country. But when he barges in her life, he then got to know how life really ugly was and when he thought once stepping his foot in her life, he couldn't even imagine how badly life has treated her. And then him along with his group decides to helps Anne to pass the hurdles in life. Fasten your seatbelts Ladies and Gentlemen because here you're going to experience things like Mystery, Hatred, Love, Jealousy, Trauma and above all the Obsession you would've never heard or seen anywhere. Lets enjoy the roller coaster of Anne's and Dominic's life through this fiction book 'Void Of Emotion'.

Maggie, Merle and Paige learn the struggle of being a werewolf in a human-dominated world. As things get more dangerous, the oldest two - Maggie and Merle - seem to have two different opinions on how to handle it. In the end, only one answer is right.

just some personal experiences with life

'heedlessly I ramble, through the nerved pathways of the mind - lost in sparked infinities, where lies cannot hide'

If you are looking for poems that bring delight or cheerfulness, I'm afraid you have stumbled upon the wrong set of poems. They are no more then a magnet of depression. A wave of despair. A void of emptiness. A room with no light. Well.... you get the point. If you continue further then prepare to feel dark and depressed. It would be wrong to read the contents of this book for it would sadden you or fill you with deep regret if you look further then the cover. I strongly advise you to click out of this book and venture off in search of less unsettling texts or perhaps more happy and fun-filled ones. Don't say I didn't warn you (because trust me I did). (Photos at the top of each poem/part is not any of my artworks or photos, therefore I am not to be credited for the images) (Also, don't feel like these poems reflect my personal emotions, I am genuinely a happy person I just like looking at things from another perspective) (Just hit 52 reads: Why, did my message mean nothing -mini reference to one of my poems- but that's beside the point, are you guys okay? I asking you this because I worry and care about those who are reading this. I'm scared but if you want to read it then I shall sit quietly and just watch from now on) (90 reads!?!?!?!, sorry I'll go now 😅)

A short prose poem about being unattractive in this world.

A story that is yet to be told by many. Actually, this is a story that I dreamed of and wanted to write. It might turn into a series, but this is the start of the whole story. Down below is the synopsis of the story. The mage lord knew his time was to find a successor. The other mage lord and ladies all agree that he should find somebody. Simple but hard to do, thought the mage as he traveled the world. He meets a boy and kidnaps him against his will only to learn the reality of what a true successor truly means.

story for young kids who want something different

Fish bowls was an idea that came out of the pandemic this stupid distopian environment was what I came With from the mayhem of a chronicly online America think the matrix but neo is some fat bitch that didn't want to get involved to begin with cause her best friend resembles a discord mod

A brief dystopian and philosophically descriptive imagery-packed omnipresent account of a Child's growing up in a beach-front world teetering on the verge of collapse. A mother's internal war with keeping her Child safe from Elders who see the Child's inquisitiveness as a threat balanced with her unyielding desire to see her son grow to expose the dark secrets of their world.

//I don't need saving from monsters and devils. I need saving from love and lies// ** 'Zarron Smith' He said taking out his hand for me shake. Those hands. Those hands that would once cup my face and tell me how much the owner of the hands loved me. Those hands, I would hold to make me feel secure. Those hands I would dream that they would put ring in my finger. Those hands..wait. I mentally scolded myself to obsess over my ex's hands. Like what even, SERIOUSLY ELAINNE MARY DRAKE? Geez now I sound like my own mom. What is up with me. Wait, am I forgetting something? Satan cleared his throat in front of me. I looked up to see his highness smiling at me. Scoffs. His cheerfulness makes me wanna puke. 'Elianne Drake' I said faking a smile and shaking the hanging hand. He was still smiling, his perfect smile.. the smile that reaches his eyes and makes them twinkle like the stars. "ELIANNE......." I mentally thought of my mom yelling to stop me from falling from Satan all over again. Thinking all this, I didn't even realise how I was in the midst of a who-looks-away battle with Mr. Oh I'm so perfect himself. 'You look changed' He said finally breathing out. Funny, I thought. 'Well, sorry to disappoint you but I stopped crying for people that don't matter' I smirked a little. 'If that's what you meant...Zarron Smith'. His face held that look that I dreamt of seeing on his sorry face. Guess what honey. I'm done crying. Copyrights reserved.

"I opened the window I smelled the flowers I saw the sunset I felt the breeze Then foul smells of rotten tree hit my olfactory receptors Grounds were blood smothered I saw the fangs hit the ankle I heard the unpleasant sighs I smiled with all the sadness and I learnt to embrace the world..." The world can be poignant and it can be jubilous. Our world is how we percieve it. The reality and fantasy intertwines here to weave my voice which flows as words. This is how I Embrace the World, not with all the goodness and not with all the badness but with all the striking feelings I have. Poetry can be experienced through all senses, sometimes it's a divine sensation. Here, I present the collection of my poems.. Awards✨✨ 🥉3rd in The Peerless Introvert Awards 🥉3rd in Crazy Awards 🥉3rd in Bookaholics Zeal Awards

These are just snippets i wrote, that i feel some need to hear.

It's a story about how typical relationship are in 21st century