histórias de Spur

"Excuse me, miss! Miss! Are you okay?!" A voice cancelled out all the horrifying noises around her. She looks up to see and tall man looking down at her. His face was unknown as the lights made it difficult to see. He offers her his hand and they make their way out of the maze together.

I don't consider myself a poet but certain lines tend to float into my head and I think they're pretty good. I started writing during a breakup...sorry in advance for all the heartbreak. This is me amiss my spur of poems.

One shot drabbles and stories written in the spur of the moment; in the light of the emotion and with full hopes that one day, she will get the love she ever so grandly deserves.

This will contain thoughts of mine (duh...). The languages can differ from turkish, english and german and korean. Warning: If you don't like depressive thoughts, then some parts of this book will bore you/ annoy you. I'm not saying that every part in this is depressive, but some of them are, as the title says: This is going on about thoughts and excerpts, maybe even letters I would never find the courage to write in real life. If this has awakened some kind of interest: please feel free to take a look at my work. As mentioned before, I can't really guarantee you'll definitely like this book. Though I'd appreciate you take a look at it.

spur /sp*:/ noun A thing that promotes or encourage someone;an incentive

My life, with random thoughts and drabbles mixed in.

Ein Jäger verfolgt die Spur seiner ungewöhnlichen Beute durch den schneebedeckten Wald.

It's 1988, and the world is about to change for a group of high schoolers in Yarrow Hill, Seattle due to the anomaly that is the Spur

Quick life prompts that are simple and obvious. Will write as many as possible. Stay tuned.

My father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father really is the bastard I know him to be. There's no escaping my future anymore. Growing up is the only way out. I pushed Mrs. Havisham away from me and fought out of Damon's iron grip. I stalked towardsmy father and his evil, hysterical grin. He opened his arms as if to hug me. I raised my sword and plunged it deep into his stomach. His face turned from a grin to shock and he looked down at his stomach to find the sword I was still holding implanted in his flesh. He looked back up at me and I pulled the sword out sharply, mercilessly. His face turned into a sick grimace which made waves of horror pass through my body. He fell to the ground just in front of my mother. A single tear ran down my cheek. I looked down at my mother and father, both dead, at my hand. Both bleeding because of a stupid peice of silver. Fighting. Fighting for freedom, for her life and for her friends. Fighting is all Jessica can do anymore because if she doesn't fight, her life with slowly crumble around her. Jessica was an ordinary girl until she came to Dean House but then again I suppose irony is sweet. She found she was a witch and a powerful one at that. She finds she has to bring down her father no matter what it costs, an arm, a leg, a life, even when it's her own mothers she can never stop. Fighting is the only things he knows now and a fighter she is.

Jasper Axel is a wolf shifter who is capable of having two lovers or two mates. What happens when his first love Sepia a Mage who can control and manipulate fire suddenly dies and Jasper is left to get over the death of his love? But also finds another. Who he truly loves.