Hearty Stories

"You need to call an ambulance!" "Help Me." "Call an ambulance" he shouted back. "I'll help myself then and NO i can't call an ambulance you don't understand". Fear was all Ana-Lucia had ever known, from from a young age that was all she knew. 12 year old Ana-Lucia lived with her alcoholic mum and her 11 month year old baby girl. Ana-Lucia had to do everything to protect her daughter and keep them alive, but at such a young age of 12 is it all to much for her? To be alone with the mum and the baby? Will she be able to do it or will it all get to much for her? Will things drive her to her last stand or will she open up to someone who is willing to help her? Will there be someone willing to be there for two such young girls?

SEQUAL to Afraid to love again Z.H "Were back at it again" He says "No really" I said he rolled his eyes "you know this happen all cause of you just if you weren't that selfish and needy" he says with his cigarette in his hands "did you ever really love me?" He says...

A rich girl moved yet again to another country and transferred AGAIN to another school, a boy studied at that school and then POOF! you'll see what'll happen!

S- special I- inspiring S- smart T- talented E- elegant R- reliable

By:Kristen Pruitt

Haha Hearty sucks

We know people overthink and some people can't survive without overthinking. I am one of them. So, taking this platform as an opportunity I am sharing my Unfiltered brainy scenarios. I hope you will comment for encouraging me if you would want to.😊🧸 So, let's get started🪄🧸

ORIGINAL STORY!: Just felt like it

Tales and poems that will give you the chills or thrills! (I try to post every week) Stay tuned to the new chapter next Sunday!

This is not my work credits goes to the rightful owner

She was an intoxicating collection of poems, roses and stardust. -N.R.Hart

A winter night. A cafe. A broken heart. A tired soul. Something blooms.

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.

More flash fiction from the Weekend Write-In.

Ang Unang Pasok Sa School

rivers of magnolia petals and honeycomb-checkered skies

These are my poems which are really heart touching according to me. #1 in hearty