Hushed Stories

silence... peace... solitude

Poetry #2 The story has ended... yet it doesn't mean it's all over... but arouse for a new beginning... For every story has an end... but can have a sequel... The prequ...

Poetry #1 The story begins with you... in that sunrise... the journey of love we'll explore... For a destination to reach... is a journey of thousand steps... a light in...

Red Roses is a point of view of a person who loved enough to let the other go and continued to live like they're still there.

An Epistolary Thriller | A original novel by shesdeath. Yasmin Azucariza lost her expectancy after her boyfriend broke up with her. Suddenly Zayn Miller, the cold one go...

When Katarina decides to go into the woods with her friends, the unexpected happens. Something is slowly killing her. But it isn't physically killing her. There's somet...

To discover the truth is our visual of burden. To confront it is our fear. To embrace it is a choice. A collection of our short stories! Something we like to do in our...

whatever.

A collection of poems from a girl who will no longer be silenced.

Sayul Adaar was a mercenary, she struck when ordered and jumped when told. Then the conclave blew up and suddenly she was important. Now she's stranded in a future gone...

spoken thoughts in hushed tones

[In Progress]

I woke up from a dream one night and within 15 minutes this happened. I've never written poetry before and this pretty much came out of nowhere, but that dream. I hope y...

when the words are at the tip of your tongue, speak.

I was bold once. I used to love to play sports, I loved to be complete center of attention. Everybody knew my name. Everybody was my best friend. That awesome life faded...

Okay, to me , bullies are so 19too late! Making someone feel low because they are noticeably better than you? I mean don't they get the entire concept of it has grown o...

One night this girl named Paige flicked me with a bandanna and she left welps on my arm I got very mad at her and she said she was sorry but I was still mad the end

I wrote this for an assignment in school. I hope it truly speaks.

The most beautiful form of poetry in my opinion. :)