Oxymorons Stories

What will happen if fire and ice combine ? This is the story of how opposites attracts themselves. Ravira Duarte is a walking explosive bomb. She has no patience and always everything pisses her off. She is counting the days until she can finally leave primary school and start high school. Ravira isn't very stressed about exams- she just wanted a fresh start, new people and a new class. And then there's him. Quiet. Cold. Impossible to read. A boy who turns her life upside down without saying a word. Everything was fine until one quarrel that changed her whole life... ^^ I just wanted to say sorry for the grammar mistakes, but English isn't my first language and I'm a teen!

Foreword of Lethal Dosage 1.0

I hear rhymes in my mind, all the time. Hope you enjoy a piece of my mind :)):)

A short poem

Just some of the poetry I have written over the years. They are mostly short poems with no particular theme between them.

a contradiction in terms.

Teen Fiction

Camp NaNo Novel ~ "Home is where my mom drowns herself in alcohol. Home is where my dad brings home women in the middle of the night. Home is where my sister does drugs and no one cares. Home is where my brother smokes and sells the things he steals. And the headlines all read, "The Perfect Celeb Family: The Millers". The story of the walking oxymoron, and all the contradictions that come with her.

For the past year, Logico and the man he adores have been taking part in what can only be described as a "game." Every Sunday follows the same formula without fail. Some would call it strange, but the two enjoy it, and that's what matters. So what happens when something breaks the mold?

this is about the best cup of coffee I've ever put in my cereal!!!!!!!

This is for you. It has always been you. You, who cries every night and every waking moment, and those seconds in between. You who shouts in monochromatic colors in this world full of rainbows and unicorns. You, who drowns every night in knee-deep thoughts, wondering about the "could have's" and the "would have's." You, who wishes nothing except for the arms of that one person you love who does'nt love you in return. You, the saint, the sinner, the spoiled, the beggar, the mask with two faces. You, a living oxymoron. This is for you.

"And on those rainy days, You dare a look at a scar that will never fade. For tears to mix with drops from the sky, For those who never said goodbye."

"Love is like a mirror, what you see is not always what you get, and what you give is what reflects back to you." ~ Franzemarie

Love is making home in each other and helping each other grow. Again love isn't Cis or Trans, it is beyond every universal law.

And then it was all you...

Ideas, of course, are leading, but they bring you, as a rule, up to places not so distant. Amoebas, like us, are altruists. They also divide themselves. Nowadays, the age is not a hindrance for ladies, up to Alzheimer's disease, when they themselves forget about it. Husbands become if there is no strength as you want to be under the skirt. If the brain boils with indignation, you need to add bay leaf into it. Lilliputians are arrogant because they pride themselves on their closeness to roots. The head, getting heavier from the influx of thoughts, is undeniable evidence of their materiality. Sluggards, unlike other idiots, do not wish to repeat themselves. The stomach withstands the vow of silence only until lunchtime. Dreams confirm that life does not sleep even in a dream. Trees demonstrate us a model of stability until they are used for firewood. Satiety, like hunger, is extremely harmful for the development of the mind, if there is one. Marasmus is the expected result of last life efforts. The answer "is" is nothing more than a demonstration of idiotic readiness to be eaten by an army machine. The door was invented for intercourse of external freedom with internal freedom as needed. Fat people do not reflect that they will be the first victims of a hungry future. You can stand to the last, or you can run away, at least as the last.