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Writing is my escape. -Johanna Hefer- Writing is the painting of the voice -Voltaire- To survive you must tell stories -Umberto Eco- To write means more than putting pretty words on a page; the act of writing is to share a part of your soul with the world -unknown- Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart -William Wordsworth- Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure - Mark Strand

True Love comes once in a lifetime, but for Carolyn Campbell, a week away from her wedding to David Winters, this might not be the case. During her night shift at St. Mary's Hospital, where she is an Intern, Carolyn's desperate need for peace from the rushing hospital madness is met in the comforting company of her friend and confidant, JD. When a heavy thunderstorm strikes, one as seldom has ever reached San Francisco Bay, havoc pours into the Emergency Room and more hands are needed. But all of Carolyn's medical notions will mean nothing when she is faced with the harshest case of her entire career as her fiancé's injured body is rushed through the ER's doors. Will her love for David survive its darkest hour? True Love always finds a way. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * SafeCreative: 1609209235122

a short love story Who says even death can do you apart? There are some stories that continues even after death. #completed #hauntedromance

Sometimes our lives are too hard to live without the ones we love.

When Celeste Duval finally wins the Victorian bed she's dreamed of since her childhood, she expects silk sheets and old-money glamour - not a ghost. But Lady Claribel Ashwyke, the bed's original owner, isn't just any ghost. She's beautiful, dangerous... and determined to have what she never had in life. True love. She wants Pete Thorne - the man Celeste has known forever, the man she refuses to admit she's drawn to. And to have him, Claribel wants something else first: Celeste's body. Now Celeste has one problem - the ghost wants to live her life and she especially wants Pete. And Celeste isn't interested in sharing. #WITWContest

Evangeline is a typical 15 year old girl who loves shopping , hang out with her friends and her family is one of the richest family in the world. Evangeline's grandparents told her family to move in to their mansion when she was little . The mansion is huge and there are many dark secrets and mysteries that lies within. Evangeline and her sister, Elena, interviewed people and did some research about the mansion's history but they found nothing unusual. The sisters just let it slip and carried on but the night before thier grandparents passed away, they told Evangeline about a secret that has been kept to themselves since they were young. What is the secret about?? What will happen once everyone knows about the secret??

Sparktastic Contests - Haunted Romance Zombies+Plants. . . What could go wrong? Quite a bit. PVZ

A spooky night turns into a story of courage, fate, and unexpected love.

Grief can take many different forms. For eighteen-year-old Heidi, her subconscious mind won't let her forget Grant, her boyfriend who passed away during the summer. Ever since the first night of October, her dreams have been consumed by his presence.

When my sister told me she thought it was time I started seeing men again, she probably meant men who were still alive. When Winnie wakes up to find a strange man in her bedroom, she responds by trying to punch him in the face only to watch her hand pass through his face. Who is this lumberjack of a man? How did he get in her apartment? Despite harboring a terrible loss, Winnie is determined to find out everything she can about the mysterious man.

🕯️ The Poet and the Ghost written by ghostwrittenbysarah When Thea Raines moved into her grandmother's old house, she only wanted peace - a place to write, to breathe, to forget. But everything changed the night she found a dusty notebook... and a line of poetry written by someone long gone. Every night, she writes. Every night, he answers. His name is Adrian Voss - a poet trapped between life and death, bound to the words he never finished. As their hearts meet through paper and ink, Thea begins to fall for the one thing she can never truly have - a ghost who loves her back. ✨ A haunting romance between ink and eternity. Where words become love, and love becomes forever. #hauntingromance #mystery #ghoststory #forbiddenlove #poetry

a short flash fiction piece for RomanceSparks haunted romance contest.

*COMPLETED* Sybil McMichael was happy to accompany her husband, August, to the place his grandmother, Edith Sharpe, wrote about in her most famous Novel. Once there, she finds that her husbands intentions were fueled by more than mere childhood curiosity. While hiding out in the desolate remains of Allerdale Hall, she discovers the ghosts of its tragic past still linger within its walls. As isolation and unseen forces begin to effect her once kind, and loving husband in the most negative way, Sybil finds comfort in a bond she develops with a handsome, yet sorrowful spirit.

When I was a kid I had a best friend. Her name was Lolli, at least that's what I called her. Her real name. . . well, that's the thing, I can't remember her name. In fact, neither can she. If anything she remembers less than I do. I should explain. My name is Aden, and I recently discovered that the "imaginary friend" that I've had since I was a kid isn't exactly imaginary. At least, she didn't use to be. Now, I'm not so sure. I mean, the alternative is so ridiculous. There is no way that I have a ghost for a best friend. That's worse than having an imaginary friend. Unless "no way" ends up being "the only way". Not that I have a choice in the matter anyway, I don't exactly get a say in this. Specifically when I start getting flashbacks from when I was 6 years old of the day my world stood still. The day my very best and only friend died. If only I could remember that; we wouldn't have to discover it.

!~ WON HONORABLE MENTION // RUNNER UP ~! Sparkle Contest Entry Haunted Romance Poem

For angels true love is eternal, everlasting, immortal. From the moment I saw her I knew I was meant for her and she was meant for me. My love for her burned bright and would never die. For a time we lived in paradise, and nothing but life would keep us apart. A 1000 word Flash Fiction entry for the @RomanceSparks #HauntedRomance contest. © All Rights Reserved Completed October 2016