Realist Stories

“I know I haven’t known you for long, but, can you just do me one small favour Adrianna?” I said as I stared at her. She blinked momentarily and a tear escaped her eye, as she replied in a small whisper. “It depends what the favour is” ***** Adrianna Lillington is not the perfect girl; she's flawed, she's got her own problems, and she's the furthest thing from perfect and she knows it. The total number of friends that she has can be counted on one hand; three. She has her secrets, secrets that nobody knows about. Rewind three years and a half and her life was at it's highest point. She had two loving parents, a circle of friends she trusted and treasured, and a community of family friends that loved and cherished her. She had love and affection, in every direction. But alas, nothing lasts forever. June 15th was when everything came crumbling down for Adrianna. Now, she is but a shadow of the happy-go-lucky girl she used to be. The only constant in her family is her mother. It was June 15th that everything changed. She doesn't ask for attention, she never looks for trouble and never is she the cause or object of gossip. She's established herself as the wallflower, the quiet girl at the sides of the room, quietly observing and analysing. But what happens when unexpected newcomers disturb the peace? What happens when the wallflower is thrust into the spolight with the arrival of a significant person in her past? Can the wallflower bloom, or will she continue to fade into the background? ************************************************************************************************************* [WARNING] This book will contain coarse language and sexual references. However, it won't be based on sex and stuff like that. Anyways, there may also be drug and alcohol references, and basically it will have mature content in it. *************************************************************************************************************

I'm sky, I'm 17, I'm from the streets and this whole "let me be proper" ain't for me. Like every human being my life wasn't perfect. I swear I'm just a mistake, I'm a error I'm not even supposed to be here, but for the meanwhile I'm just going to be me, and not give two fucks about the bs. Welcome to my life if you care.

From random pieces of who-knows-what, to short, one-page stories, this is a collection of random literature of mine. (Warning - Triggers)

My mind is noisy. I've poked holes for the din to leak. It spilt across my keyboard and had its first peek of the world. No claim on being a poet, just blowing plumes that muddle my thoughts. Cover does not belong to me.

Get ready to indulge yourself in some really fun, raw and real challenges!

I really never thought that I'd be making more poems, but here I am, still writing. I hope that everyone likes them, and their unique style.

My name is Skyler Allison Stone, and I am 13 years of age. I am a simple young girl with an intricate mind, always wondering about everything. In this book, you get a glance into my thoughts as I grow up, reading what I think about common practices in our society. I probably won't reply to other people as it may cause an argument

For now, let's say I'm a realist I don't believe...I know I know how things work and the way they flow I see how things fit together and when they don't What I KNOW to be true can only be changed by Science And that's not including theory at its finest Love to a realist is nothing but feeling A lust that makes you crazy according to popular dealings What goes up Must come down As one smiles They cast away frowns That's just the way it is Or so I thought until I met Cire (Sīyêr) Cire was tall And apparently trips people cuz Id be one of many who'd fall I know time can't stop but I experienced its stall Cire, as a fantasist did it all He twisted time and emotion As if one could believe in love's lustful potion I couldn't hold myself together Anymore than a dried up feather They say birds of a feather flock together But my flock flocked elsewhere when I hit stormy weather I needed them to bring me home but apparently I shed my feathers and grew wings

She closes her eyes, then scratch her temples with her wrist bleeding.

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A collection of realist, nihilist and lyrical poems about pretty much everything

"We live in a Modern Fairytales with no Happy Endings." On Process of publishing all the chapters of the book.

Just a piece I wrote, after watching some of The Hunting Ground.

Poetry for the ones who see the world in depth. Poetry that may rhyme and it may not!This has all my questions that I wish I had the answers to. Will this answer your questions? I don't know.

Jack faces the realities of aiding his Mother in her old age. Realist story about time and the human experience of taking care of those close to passing on.

Doctor Realist is a mad doctor who harvests his patients off the streets around his asylum. He has racked up hundreds upon hundreds of them and has done something different to every single one of them. His two nurses, Nurse Sandy and Nurse Tia are twin sisters. They are known as experiments #182 and 183. He drugged them enough that he has erased all independent thought of theirs. I shall be telling you the story of the Doctor, his experiments and occasionally the nurses, in the form of poems and possibly other methods. Enjoy and thank you.

His friends called him a romantic. He could not help but agree. Her friends called her a cynic. She could not help but correct them.