Juxtaposition Stories

golden ticket winners get a chance to see willy wonkas secret chocolate factory! but not everything is what it seems, and drama is coming...

When Aracely Noir thought about her tracking cermony, she thought about the ultimate control over her life being taken away. Who she would marry, if she would have kids, when she would die everything. What happens when a silver light changes her fate and possibly the fate of her whole star system. She now has to worry about running an entire populace instead of wondering if she would ever feel in control again. This is a story about the juxtaposition of having control versus being in control.

A collection of shorter works of mine. Will include short stories and poetry, many of which center around hidden evil and the contrast between light and dark. My goal is to update every Friday. Also, I want to update the cover, haha.

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This is a quirky little idea i had the other day whilst studying shakespearean text. The concept idea is basically to contradict the point if the sonnet - but still give it the poetic feel. I may turn this into a collection if it is liked! Enjoy! ------------------------------ Sorry it has been a while. And i am sorry for many more reasons, And grateful for so much more. Sorry, thank you, i love you all... Possibly- but most likely some.

Blond guy was the guy everyone had absolutely adored, and by everyone I mean the cheese cult or something. Idk ask them... Or should I say... Us? He is pretty cool though... Anyways, Blond guy loves going to the beach, the cold water hitting his warm body. The wind blowing in his beautiful hair. His blue eyes (i know they are blue! I'm sure of it!) eyeing the palm trees swaying in the previously mentionned wind. The moon hits the peak of the sky as the crowd goes camping, Blond guy follows them as he usually does. But something was different, like if the air was more concentrated in CO2 than usual. And in some ways, it was. (Sorry beforehand about the names, they are all jokes in my little friend group. Hihihihihi. Thx for reading this PaperStealer!!! yayay) I love Blond guy, he is a guy at our school, pretty cool, pretty handsome for a Blond guy, pretty good at musical chairs. And blahaj needs no introduction, as he is my little baby sitting beside me as I write this awwwww. The story is a bit sillier at the start but will get a bit cooler after. :D Also, I wrote like all of this from 9 to 9:45 am every single school day... So, sorry if there's any errors... XD

If you could express all of you in a simple 17-syllable phrase, would it sound like these? All your emotions, your heartbeats, your insecurities, philosophies and so much more. No need for long explanations or numerous words to describe them. This is my attempt at writing haiku. I hope they can be categorized as 'haiku'.

He's home from war at last, and the only appropriate way to celebrate is a large gathering. Welcome home, Lewis. «A short story written with the idea of juxtaposition. Enjoy»

From the story of a Little Boy to the Romantic Love of opposites, join ThomoJames and go onto journeys through new worlds and lifetimes in these seven poems. The Seven Titles are: A is for Anti-Human A Monster in Me A Little Boy Colours of Grey Love Goodbye to a Good Friend Judgemental Book 1 in ThomoJames's newest Poetry Collection Series

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A poem reflecting on juxtaposition of art & the unwanted means to inspiration (by society & level minded individuals), and the envied end product of that that inspiration. Not sure what the title should be yet...that usually comes last Thanks...add comments

They do not know what beauty had made landfall on rotting ground, neither does the stranger, all they know is it radiates with questions.

While sitting in an exam hall, scratching my head to think about an answer for the next question and this thought pops up in my mind. And what do you do, when this happens? Well, to hell with your exam(in this case literally) and you end up spending 1 hour thinking about it, the result of which is this. If you like what you're reading here, please like and share. Thank you.

the breaking of a fragile heart

From a word document... To wattpad!! YAYAYAYAYYAY A fanfiction of a story Paperstealer's been working on, basically all you need to know is that there's been a teacher named sir Williams Charles that has been assassinated and the people are staying at his mansion because they need to figure out what happens and also some salut jokes we have hihiihiihihihihiih. It's silly, okay?? Trust.... I think in the lore this happens after Blond guy and blahaj? So technically speaking... bg x b is a fanfiction of a fanfiction of a fanfiction of a dream, which is a fanfiction of reality. The cheese god blesses us in more ways than one.