Seeing storie

The existence of philosophers in non-existent, so this is my philosophy of the things I understand and discover.

Poetry created by me. Inspired by life. :DD

jillian and tanner are childhood sweethearts but always arguing over nothing tanner is very bully with jillian he always make her cry and left her nowhere

All the students started freaking out so I knew they had no eyes to see what I was doing so I teleported me and Benny to where Ethan was, which was right behind the glass door. "Thanks y/n, apparently lunch came sooner than I thought.." Benny said breathlessly, since a moment beforehand he was running from Della's dog Puffles. "And we were the meal!" He finished. I let out a halfhearted laugh at him. "I bet Y/n thinks your a meal." Ethan teased, y/n gave him a look. -- Y/n l/n has been friends with benny for quite a while but it isn't until Ethan finds out he's a seer that he sees his love for her (Get it?) I do not own any characters from my babysitters a vampire nor do I own any name suggestions and I do not own you! This is a Benny weir x female reader, I'm sorry that this only restricts to a certain pronoun. I'll try be more inclusive in future writing. They are absolutely NO smuts/lemon in this story as I am a minor and feel uncomfortable with writing that. plus Benny weir is a Disney channel character and I feel like it's weird to sexualise him.

A world so unbelievable... you'll wish it didn't make sense

An ode to the memory of an old friend

An extraordinary collection of letters written directly from inside the realms of Heaven itself!!! The end of this present Age is about to come; history, as we know it, is about to draw to a final conclusion. The ‘Second Coming’ is very shortly going to take place! Have you ever wondered what Heaven is really like? What do Angels look like and what are their functions? What does Jesus Christ look like? What does God look like? What goes on in Heaven? What goes on in Hell? What do Demons look like? Can people have visions of Heaven? Can people be ‘resurrected’? What about people who have died and come back to life? Do babies, young children and animals go to Heaven or Hell? The answers to these questions and much more can be found in Heaven’s Letters including true stories and accounts of what actually you can see and do ‘up there’! A little child in Heaven is allowed to write to his/her mummy on earth, as the mummy is feeling sad. In chapter two a 17 year old boy is allowed to contact his burnt-out father and to give him a message, a truly awesome message! In other chapters other children and adults will "Write Home". What will they say, what were the circumstances that got them to Heaven?

Some people desire seeing mythical creatures but they could not. I am, however not one of them. I. am different. Many would have thought that my difference is a gift. But for me it is a curse. A curse that will cost my life.

THE DESCRIPTION: This whole book is about my dreams and the thoughts I have of them after writing down what I remember from the dream. These dreams I have either remembered most or all details or I have remember some or most details. As most of you know, it is hard to wake and immediately remember all the details of the dreams right then and there. That's why I have written them down. EXPLANATION: But unfortunately, there are only twenty-six dreams I have in this entire book (I'm sorry for those who like whole numbers like 5s or 0s (I'm the same way by the way) or those don't like even numbers). I wanted to continue, but I was bad and stopped writing them down, because I would 1. forget to write them down completely, 2. know most of the details of the dream, but forget to write it down then and tell myself I would write them down later, but forget most of the dream and I'd say 'oh well' and 3. not be able to remember all the details of the dream, even the ones I have really liked. Everybody has a couple dreams that were absolutely amazing and would love for them to become real. Overall, that's all I really have to say. I might do another one because I've started to notice that my dreams seem to be a little more interesting and something that could happen in real life than my dreams before. Like I said, I MIGHT do another one, but we'll all have to see because I'm the one responsible for writing them down. That's it and if you haven't read them. Go ahead and read them, you will either enjoy them, not like them, or will end up laughing at them/think they are silly. I don't care what you think because they are my dreams and that's what happened to be produced. Take care. ; -)

This is a book of photos taken by me in my real life.I got this idea of creating this kind of a book a while ago.So,now here it is.I created it. (Disclaimer: None of the images in the book are mine. The credits for them goes to their rightful owners).

Love, loss, and faith come together in a story of hope and friendship. When tragedy strikes Cassie Noland's piano recital, her life is turned upside down. Blinded in a terrorist bomb, she must learn to trust in the Lord to get her through. With new friendships, relationships, and even more loss, she's taught the value of hope and faith in ways she never could have imagined.

amateur poetry, this is a collection of poetry that describe my life, emotions, and thoughts. please let me know what you think. follow for post notifications -h.l.t

What I've seen

ئەو بۆ سەردانێک هات... بەڵام بە دڵێکی پڕ گەڕا. چیرۆکی فەنفیکی جۆنگکوک و ستایش.

Moms, Dads, Nurses, Teachers, and Coworkers are on the cover. I feel like there are always people in the world to help you. Be mindful of that.

A poem about really seeing the world before you. Cover credit to: HomocidalCats

Many people think Kylina is just a girl going insane. Seeing things that aren't there. Hearing things that aren't there. No one to turn too. No one to tell without being called INSANE. What will happen to Ky...

There's a monstrous creature under your bed, in your closets, and down the dark, scary hallway..Well, that's what the parents of humans would say.If you don't go to bed when you're told, the monsters shall devour you. Most don't, I see them hanging out with you and you call them your friends. My name is Harry Abel, it's short for Harriet, and I can see all of the monsters.

'I'm not crazy. I'm totally fine. Sometimes your mind plays tricks on you, right?' Alecia Summers asks herself constantly, She wants to prove to herself that she's not insane. She knows very well she is going to die some day, but will that day be coming faster qand closer than she thinks? Or not......?

Random thoughts. Can they be called poetry? I have no idea.