Passages Stories

A collection of thoughts and ramblings from my sophomore year of high school

The second part of the Saga of the Heroes. After saving the world from the invasion of nanites, Nero, Alia, Danny and Alex are facing a new threat. Adrian had returned and he makes everyone think that the group of four is responsable for the nanites and after escaping they manage to get to the woods but they are not alone...

The eyes of a child are always wondrous. Full of imagination. A younger Rachel, grew up believing in fairy tales. Rachel's imagination could be taken anywhere with the help from her beloved father. Stories that a Prince will one day come rescue her from danger and live happily ever after like most fairy tales end. As Rachel begins to get older. Tragedy strikes. The fairy tale that she once held dear to her, vanished completely. There was no more believing, but thinking realistically. Love is dead. She lives with her grandparents taking the full responsibility of taking care of them. Then one day as she lays on her bed she thinks back to her younger years of how she would play around her room with her father, chasing the ogres out her bedroom that she once called her castle. Then with a blink of an eye. She lands in a world that were as if they were from pages of a fairy tale. There she is captured and forced to stay with the cruel Prince Samuel in his huge castle filled with soldiers. Believing this is a dream. She gets to know her away around the palace. As time goes by. Rachel realizes that this isn't a dream and tries to flee, but with the amount of time she stayed. She can't help to feel sorrow and feeling a strong attachment with the Prince that she once hated.....

just some random thoughts... you know, it's nothing right or wrong in here.

I don't know anything about poetry and I don't take any sort of literature classes but I love creating poems. I love to pour my thoughts on paper. In this book, you'll read poems and passages I wrote. Some of them are so important to me. I loved creating them and I hope you'll love reading them too.

Poems from the depths of a person's heart that doesn't belong to this place we call 'Earth'

Little things that I came up with when I'm bored. Hope you like them.

"Do what is healing to your spirit, and without effort you will bring the world healing in return." -Alan Cohen

Pieces of writings part of Wattpad Weekly Contests or done by the pure enjoyment. Hope you enjoy.

You are my insanity. My little Eternity. Welcome. This is a canvas of splattered colours put in words of thoughts I can't seem to straighten out in my head. Poems, proses, stories, passages, phrases, sometimes a single word. Some of them might not even make any sense, so I do apologise. Do excuse exaggerations. Have a pleasant read.

What is a Poet? A person possessing special powers of imagination or expression. Someone who writes Poetry. Poetry is a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems. A Poem is something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty. In my words you will find the beauty, ugly, love, hate, respect, happy, sad, pain, bitterness, wisdom, motivation, inspiration, encouragement, delegations of a mind which is not rule by society nor the confusingness of our self destructed generation. A Remark is written or spoken comment. I am indeed, a KING, because i know how to rule myself. These are Remarks by a King. King Logo.

If you are anybody other then the entity known as Lucia Bondevik, do not touch this book. If you are even a hint of Danish, expect to be choked. So if you would kindly return this to it's resting place, I would be more then happy to not murder you. Bye, worthless human. -Lucia B.

I've fallen so much in life that every time I make it... I embrace it and hone it into something bigger. Welcome to my world. If you want to see into a heart, I won't say pure... that's a rare form. Read the first chapter. There's no real summary that could summaries this random book, but one things for sure is it will begin somewhere and have a somewhat have a perfect ending. Sequel of Book 1: *Poetry* Genre: Random/Poetry

I ran across this while trying to clear out some of the clutter created by many years of jotting down thoughts, ideas, and memories. I find it hard. I will pull out a notebook and cannot simply throw it away. I stop to read thinking I might have a gem inside. Many times I grow so frustrated at myself for starting a project, and then letting it slide to the wayside. I want to know, what happened next? There are too many to finish. Here is one that I did complete in a timed writing exercise. We were given the assignment of composing a poetic description that worked with one or many colors. I have tried to edit it to improve the flow and decrease redundancy. I read it today, twelve years later, and it spoke to me. I hope it gives you something as well.

The Runestone Chronicles are about a secret world inside our own, fighting a war that nobody knows about. The main characters are Aislin Snow, Commander Kieran Rivers and Aideen Smoke.

My thoughts. My demons. My hopes. My dreams. My life. My death. And everything in between.