Speachless Stories

Today's comment (here in Wattpad) of my friend inspired me to write a short poem and I want to share it with her and with everyone. I'm creating this book because of one inspired poem but who knows other things could be created too. I have no plan but I have hope that it will be a start of something funny and magical. And if not that's ok, 'cause I love this Sudden Inspiration! 💞💞💞

"Please help me fix it." "Fix what?" "Me." Harry meets a girl who could possibly save his life, but after a terrible accident, he's not so sure if he'll ever see her again.

These are just a collection of some of my poems; they have a pretty depressing tone to it.

I've been gone for a long time when my mom got excepted to a new job and got a new house. But tonight i am going to feel better about no worries. I guess I am going back to time, like teens my age to make friends with me. I was terrified sneaking out in midnight. "But I like to experience and enjoy the new life I have", until one night I found an actual werewolf and I was surrounded by more, I was in tears I didn't know what to do I cannot run to escape from these werewolves.... Read to find out😊 I hope you enjoy the story❤️😊

the comebacks in this book burns and shuts people up especially when they tease, criticize,bully and irritate you..

One second, I'm speeding down a freeway and the next, I'm having a most bizarre exchange.

It is about a young teenage girl who have disabilities but she never gives up on her way and there is no limit to life. But she isn't sure how the world is changing until she meets a someone who changed everything. The silence starts to appear to her when she discovers her heart is unlocking the keys.

Love in an unlucky Situation

16 year old Blair Davidson doesn't talk. She physically can, but after being through a lot she chooses not to. She just goes through the motions everyday, waiting for something new to happen. But someone changes everything. Someone makes her smile when she's crying. Someone never gives up on her like everyone else has. Brian Buckner changes her life.

Ayla Vencan is one of the elven slaves in the Kingdom of the Fells. She knows nothing other than training and missions. She has the power over air and death. She can drain a life force. Or restore it. But, it comes at a price. Every time she heals, she takes a bit of her own health away. Every time she kills, she regains the health that she lost. One day, the King of The Fells falls deathly ill. So I'll that, if she were to heal him, she would die. So, instead, she is freed from her enslavement. She is told a war is ahead, and many will die in the battles. Will Ayla find a way to stop it, or find out something else entirely?

Braun follows a rumor, and takes him to an inhabited place, hoping to find if it's true.

𝜊𝜊𝜊. ▎𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙉𝙊𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙀 . . . ʕ'•ᴥ•'ʔ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ꕀ 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ･ | ･ 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 ꕀ 𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗘 ｡⊹.⋆°•*⁀➷ for 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, for worse, for 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓, for poorer, in sickness and 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉, until 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 do us part. ❜　 ❪ © -salamisisters- | 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶 ❫

He is the school flirt but he does not date. She is the new girl who is always changing schools. He falls in love at first sight. She has mixed feelings about him because of everyone's warnings against him. Little did she know they were all lies. His past, however, is going to strengthen and, at the same time, break what they could have together. And it does not end well. [Contains swearing.]

Carly, Keira, and Emily are gymnasts. They are all strong and determined to make it to level 6. Carly has a big problem that she has to face, but has had to her whole life. Emily has a home problem, and she doesn't want to talk to Carly about it, because she knows Carly's problems are bigger. Keira knows they both need help, but not the same kind of help. They need attention in different ways. Can they, on top of all their problems, make it to the top 5 of the competition, and/or make it to level 6?

When you finally realize you have made the biggest mistake of your life, there's no going back. From a young age girl's are told stories about princesses and princes, love at first sight, first kisses, first crushes, girly sleep overs etc. We seem to get this idea in our heads that maybe, just maybe one day, we can also have that sort of love story in real life. However this was not the case for Jade Sullivan, a 20 year old woman living with her 22 year old boyfriend Josh Henderson whom she met at high school. Suddenley,the guy who she was head over heels over, isn't actually the guy she thought he was. All that seemed to be important was his looks, body, intelligence and the money, what wasn't to like? Until she finds out who he really is, someone walks into her dangerous life, Leo Metcalfe, 22, her new next door neighbour. A self-defence personal trainer who she becomes good friends with as she starts attending his classes behind Josh's back.Not not only that,but Jade finds herself falling for Leo. What will she do when she finds out her long term boyfriend Josh has kept away dark secrets that he's been hiding from her the entire time they've been together? How would you feel if you knew death was heading straight your way?

"You know? You kind of remind me of that weird artist, the guy who cut his ears off..." he trailed off, attempting to remember the name of the role model to Vanessa. "I swear, his name started with van-something," Vanessa looked at him and wanted to mumble Van Gogh out loud, but she couldn't, instead, she grabbed her usual notebook and started to write his name by heart, then she handed the notebook to him. Andy looked at the paper for a few seconds and smiled, looking up at her with his eyes wrinkling at the sides. On the paper was written, "Vincent Willem Van Gogh"

I like literature - essays, poems, reaction papers, and more. I've written my feelings through words, transformed to sentences, creating paragraphs. That's how I expressed my feelings. I can't tell everyone how I feel. I'm an introvert? Maybe. I'm moody and stuff? Eh, not close. I have friends or more correctly - I have a friend. Literally one friend. I wouldn't mind. I envy everyone who can speak up easily in crowds - don't need pens and papers to say anything. Just the mouth and you're done. But I can't do it. Why? Cause I'm mute. I'm speechless.

Janie hasn't talked in two months. She hasn't talked since the tragedy, where she lost her parents on Friday the 13th. She lives in a small house in the woods with her grandparents. She hasn't gone to school and she won't go to school unless she speaks again. Janie thinks its unfair but its the doctors orders. Why should she talk? What's the point? Her best friend made out with death just like her parents. Janie can't take it anymore, this is her goodbye.

You have your brush🖌 or bottle🍾, i have my words🖊 which are weaved into poems.📖 Sometimes they're all i have.😔

Who knew that death itself was seeking every single student it came across. The lies and torture that brought London High School to this state is yet to be discovered. Each student either; Disappears, dies or ends up in a fatal situation. Only they didn't know what was out to get them and yet they laughed and scarred many victims. All of this creating the one 'Pyscho girl' that should have never existed. Now, in every corner you remain, someone or something will be watching you. The school itself became haunted with the number of deaths that remained hidden deep in hell. Once you make a move there is no going back When I opened my eyes I knew that nothing in my miserable life prior to that moment could possibly be as bad as what was about to happen. I was lying on the cold floor of a classroom where only the fading sun’s light could reach me. I tried moving, until I realise the thickened rope around my ankles - so tight that the red marks around them worsened to darkened bruises. Dark stains on the floor suggest blood. But it was the chair with dangling ropes; to hold someone down unwillingly that confirmed my suspicions. A darkened figure advances from out of the dusky, black corners of the room. It approaches me, closer and closer. The figure was unidentified as it wore a paper bag on it’s head; most definitely to hide what it was about to commit. It was the school uniform that gave half of it’s identity away; the feminine version of our school’s uniform...