Runningfromlife mga kuwento

It's a collection of some of my poetries

"And everybody's saying that it's gonna go away but it don't go. And everybody's telling you one day it's going to change but you don't know if it's really going to end." Brandy More is tired of all the disappointments in her life. She's tired of all the criticism, the deaths, and the fights. She wants to run away from life never to be bothered again. But meeting a guy on the way to the edge of the world was not what she planned for. ♣ "There's a dream that I've been chasing and want so badly to be reality." Trish Makeshift has been with her best friend, Brandy, through everything. All the deaths and troubles in her life. But now that Brandy's parents are vowing to never see each other again, Brandy has finally cracked. Can Ash help her best friend come back to the world again? ♣ "You say love is just a word. Just four letters in a row. Just a thing that people say or they never tell you so. And you use every excuse, to let nobody in. Now this cloud you bring around, has become your only friend." ♣

A high school age boy commits suicide after a rough life with his parents and family not accepting his sexuality. So, he went out with a bang.

I've been dreaming of this moment since I was sixteen. It was always different for me. Never made friends and if I did they were fake. My parents always treated me differently. They were always extremely hard on me and then when I needed them most they abandoned me and kicked me out. That's not family. Before I dropped out of school everyone would just stare at me whispering under their breath "freak." My sister would pass me in the hallway and just look at me with hateful eyes. Thing is I blamed her if she didn't go through my stuff that night and run her mouth to mom I believed that none of that would have happened. A couple tears cascaded down my cheek as I thought about everything I was leaving behind. My life wasn't always hell, there was happy moments. Happy memories that I will have forever, but I won't be able to come back to the places I love the most. I won't be able to take my truck for a drive on the back road, windows down, music blasting. I won't be able to go to the reservoir in the night time and go for a late night dip. I had to leave though because everything was just too painful. Driving by the place I use to call home and not being able to stop by. Driving my truck with country music blaring through the speakers. Going by certain spots and being hit with a wave of memories with the family I once had. As I walked away from this place I was running to a new beginning.

Running was her life. Her only escape from reality. The thing that she loved to do after everything was taken away from her. But even that was taken away. Samantha, known as Sam, loved to run. But after an accident forbids her from running temporarily, she must learn to rely on other things to help her cope. So, she decides to move away to escape the memories that ruined her life. On her journey to recovery she encounters and discovers things that she didn't think were needed to survive. Friends, family, adventures, and maybe a little bit of love along the way. Join her on a path where she tries to learn how to live life to the fullest, even after you think you've lost everything. Not the best description, but please give it a chance. This is my first story, please feel free to give critical feedback, I won't be offended. ENJOY!!! This story is copyright. Please don't copy it. *The cover and pictures in the story don't belong to me*

Lydia stood at the threshold of the drawing room, her hands trembling slightly as she grasped the brass handle. She had never felt more conflicted about stepping inside the room that had once been a place of warmth, laughter, and conversation. Now, it felt like a cage-cold, silent, and suffocating. Every corner of the room seemed to hold a memory, a ghost of the life she had once longed for. Her family had gathered around the grand fireplace, their eyes all trained on her, their expressions as cold as the stone walls surrounding them. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment-waiting for her to return. Lydia knew it would not be a reunion filled with love or understanding. Her mother, Eleanor, had made it clear that Lydia's choices were not welcome in Blackwell Manor. And her siblings, Robert and Clara, were no different. They had been taught to uphold the Blackwell legacy, no matter the cost.