Lousy Stories

Super cliche ... oh well. A bunch of mortals /gods/demigods meet our favourite ships. Percabeth Jiper Frazel Caleo

Take a chance; and never look back.

Does she really changed? or I am the one who changed?

Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it. x we started out as enemies with constant insult throwing then the lust filled eyes and a bottle of sky vodka on school nights started. Welcome to the lives of Nikita and Judah. - coming soon lemme get my shit together ;))))

After 2 years of zerrie's broke up, their managment will plan worldwide tour of LM & 1D together. What will happen in zerrie's relationship? Does everyone fell in loves easily? Or how many step is from hatred to love, one or million?

Harry is the popular dude. Louis is the outcast with one friend, _______________________________

First short story: The Devil's timidity. Hopefully, it won't be the only one.

A poem about two lovers; one is madly in love with the other, but the latter does not return these feelings, and so the former gets... a bit crazy. **** (This is my first attempt of a post, here, on this fab site Wattpad. Since English isn't my native language, please go easy on me; but also correct me if I show signs of idiocy! :) Thank you!) *****

just randomness going on my fabulous head when its 3:30am and im trying to write my Swedish essay ...and trying not to fall asleep. and the essay? yeah, it sucks. but km working on it to atleast get it done!:D *determined* even if that would cost me one night-s worth of sleep. even if that woukd cost my life from not sleeping!:D....woah! that sounded...kinda SCARY OMO you can also ask me questions on coms or answer my not-so-bright and are-you-fucking-serious questions xD

these are just a few random poems i wrote. They are pretty bad but read 'em if you want. I will honestly be surprised if this gets a single view, but anyway enjoy... or not but yea

I have been terribly sick lately (one of the reasons i haven't been posting anything) and so I wrote a poem about how i felt.

Prior to the Newsboy Strike of 1899, Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins is a young boy growing up in Hell's Kitchen in New York City. It's not a healthy environment for a kid, but it is a great training ground for a king of New York. There's no shortage of new people to meet and scrapes to get into. Though Racetrack must navigate a volatile home-life and the American people's fear of the changing demographics, he knows that there isn't a better place for a man with charisma and ambition than New York City. With hard work and a bit of luck, fame and fortune are within even the poorest slum kid's grasp. The odds are against him, but Racetrack isn't about to let bum odds stop him--especially when it's his life he's wagered! When Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst raise the distribution price one-tenth of a cent per paper, ten cents per hundred, the newsboys, poor enough already, are outraged. Inspired by the strike put on by the trolley workers, Jack "Cowboy" Kelly organizes a newsboys' strike. With David Jacobs as the brains of the new union, and Jack as the voice, the weak and oppressed found the strength to band together and challenge the powerful. (Written by Kaitlin Dwyer Rankins)

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