Indifferent Stories

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Song lyrics.

A poem

Thoughts to be shared. Stories to be told. This is my life, from when I was a baby to my teenage years. I do not know if you have come across a life like this. It is relatable yet different, not a tragedy, but I assure you, it is not short of action. You may know a life more adventurous, more tragic, more exciting than mine, but while you cannot completely relate to their stories, you can with mine. Because I am just like you, an average girl with ambitions, dreams, fear, and trouble. Note this, I am not showing off or bragging, I just want to be heard. This is for those who are willing to listen to what others have to say. I am, after all, just another girl who wants to share the story of my life.

a poem

Stting on her balcony one night Jamie is visited by the man of her dreams, the only problem is he lies--compulsively. She knows that he wrong for her--it's blatantly obvious but there's just something about him that makes him hard to deny. Slowly he introduces her to the world he's accustomed and she believes all is well until a bitter betrayal sends her spiraling further than she can return. Without any reason or even so much of an explanation she is mercilessly handed over by Demetrius. After such a betrayal life couldn't get much worse until discoveries are made and secrets uncovered that were perhaps better left a secret

This is a group of poems that I have written over the years. I wrote all of these. They are my own creation. Any copyright infringment will not be tolerated.

open minds , see the real the world .

--- *Vincent Reed Sterling, 32, emotionally bankrupt and single for the past six years by design.* He runs Sterling Capital like he runs his life: no complications, no exceptions, no feelings. Ever. *Natalia Rose Vance* is beautiful, thriving, and already in charge of Vance Corporation after taking over her father's empire. She's been broken and fixed - and she wants to feel it all over again. When these two collide, he does the only thing he knows: he hands her a contract. More like a rule. One they both swear they won't break. They lie. *Read to find out how they break the rules... and mend each other.* ---

This is a true story about a little broken girl who experiences some of the messed up things about the world. She cries and cries all night, asking asking the universe, why? Why her? Why?? She still hasn't figured out the answers yet, but she's willing to take you along with her to figure them out. WARNING: Each chapter is a different situation and story, and they're all 100% true (they're all my stories :) ) and does contain sensitive subjects such as self harm, suicide, death, cancer, blood, bullying, depression and mental illness, loss, emotions, child death and other touchy topics. This also does have strong language so please do read at your own risk and if you ever want to talk to someone you can always message me ^^ I'm very experienced with listening to people and helping others so don't be shy to text me, even if it's to share something you want to get off your chest or something good. Thank you for reading! - Abigail Evers 💓

Alex Worthington and Harry Styles. To the untrained eye, they seem like complete polar opposites but when you get to know the troubled teens you soon discover they're simply indifferent.

A game of assassins, rulers and deceit. Who to kill and who to help? Excerpt.... "Luna" she said. "I want you to call me Luna." "Why?" he spoke, his voice laced with emotion. He wanted to hear her say it. "Because when there is no moon and you start to feel that you are losing hope, I wish that I can light up your night sky." He smiled an ironic smile filled with contentment he had never known before. "For someone who isn't good with people, you sure have a way with words." She cocked her head while hooking her lips. "I barely put up with people but somehow I can endure you just fine." "I'm unparalleled, I know" "I think you mean absurd" "You like me either way, Luna" her name rolled off his lips. He liked it. A lot. "Hold on. Let me rethink." She spoke just before his arms pulled her in.

Shiho Ishida isn't a girl who trusts others easily espeically when she is given to another group as collateral. Add in changing schools, living with someone you dispise and other twists and turns along the way. Even still the longer she stays in this unfamiliar world the more her life is at risk. Unlike her captors her time on Earth is fleeting.

The world had stopped feeling real long before Ezra Vale discovered he could change it. It began with the silence - the kind that creeps in not because the world grows quieter, but because your mind stops reacting. A thousand voices could shout around him, screens could flash headlines about riots, artificial intelligence ethics, collapsing economies, new neural implants promising transcendence - and Ezra felt nothing. Just the dull hum of a machine existing out of habit. He used to be a cognitive systems engineer at Atlas Dynamics, one of the many megacorps designing Reality Meshes - immersive neural systems that allowed direct manipulation of sensory input. A digital drug, marketed as "synthetic mindfulness." He was one of the few who understood the mathematical skeleton behind perception - how electrical impulses translated to belief, emotion, and the illusion of self. But somewhere between debugging consciousness simulators and writing adaptive feedback code, Ezra stopped sleeping. Or maybe he stopped dreaming. He wasn't sure which came first.

I had been living with the Lups for along as I could remember, they were good friends of my family and the only one available to take me in after my parents death. They were nice people and I was quick to adjust to their life. They taught me their cultures and dishes. I was best friends with their wild-sprited but beautiful daughter Anastasia. I had just started my junior year of high school and I needed a new job. Gavril, Ana's dad and my adopted father owned a cab business, and was quick to offer me a postion and a car. I accepted as I could pay back the debt I owed to him and his family. His family were proud of their heritage, with Anastasia's parents coming here from Romania when they were young. Gavril was a darker skinned man, who was serious and caculating. Her mother Clara was of a lighter skin tone and lively and energetic. But they had odd traits I couldn't quite put my finger on. I myself was a brooding person, who enjoyed silence and privacy. But after figuring out something I wasn't supposed to learn, I'm flung head first into a conflict I had been a part of since my birth

A story I have been thinking about for some time and have finally decided to write. Please don't judge. I'm an rookie.