Internalbattles Stories

Life. There is only so many words to describe it, so many ways in which it can be your closest friend or worst nightmare. All it does is toll with ones' emotions, it takes a broken person and shatter them into a million more pieces and trust me no one was speared as everyone is broken in some way or the other. My story isn't as sad as it may seem it's just about a girl having an internal battle with herself. A girl who is in search for who she is and her purpose and place on a discoloured pathway. A girl who tries but continuously fails and is now on the verge of giving up but before loses all hope she waits for her saviour. Join Nora and her self-discovering adventure, see who will be protector of internal demons, and all the love and betrayal she endured. p.s this is my first book so give me a review as i go along or before i start thanks much...... hope you enjoy it

A monologue

As the days drag on for this teenage girl, she starts to lose hope in ever actually living her life. She battles her home and school life, and it seems the two wars are tearing her apart. She doesn't know if she'll make it out of this. Alive.

Three things Ian has just learned in his second year of being a pediatric nurse; One, no one is forcing him to drink the coffee in the break room. Two, Southside will always feel like home. Three, his biggest kept secret just got harder to keep as soon as he lays eyes on the co-owner and head baker of 'Mick and Mandy's Bakery Café', Mickey Milkovich. A story in which Ian Gallagher tries his absolute best not to fall in love with Mickey Milkovich.

"it's in the core of who you are just sit and listen to the war the screeches, the metal clashing war is the reality of where you are " a book on war war in the physical war in the emotional war in the spiritual

~Whenever I wish the world would end, I turn to poetry to chanel my emotions. It makes me feel as if all the negative feelings I am experiencing weren't in vain, and I can actually give them a purpose~ It's just when I write that I can feel my heart unburdening its deepest secrets, and it's when I write that I feel that my voice can truly be heard. -Poetry just like all art is the confession that life is not enough-

Love can make you feel like you're dreaming, but what happens when that love dies? When you are left still burning for that person? How do you pick up the pieces? Is it really worth the pain?