Tokillamockingbird Stories

Life hasn't been grateful for me since my escape from the womb, oh yes certain consequences faced me but I knew I was stronger, not too long until I acknowledged the reality engulfing it. We all came into this world trying to finish an errand while I had to start one, my errand wasn't me trying to achieve something but it was merely me attempting to survive as a meek human. I'm the kind of girl who'd never disappoint her parents, I appreciate their contribution on trying their best to maintain my welfare even though I know they don't have the ability, and they still try, but I couldn't bare blink and open my eyes back seeing how useless I am blending in their lives and pressurizing them onto having to work constantly. I felt piteous soon suicidal thoughts had welled in my head with utter melancholy. Echoes of despair lived by me while I had to run by the streets of Chicago selling inanimate objects that would get me a nickel or two daily, only when my mother got diagnosed with an incurable disease, I knew I was just as delicate as the leaves shed. I never gave up and became more determined on helping my mum get to a good hospital that could cure her, obstacles seemed to get relieved as love tried to interfere into my miserable life. He was an angel that appeared in the right time. He was the resilience for all my adversities. Love to me seemed like a void that many get thrown at impotently. I couldn't stop but face it with complete affection to my significant other. I think love has been one of the most amazing experiences I went through until I found out that love isn't but treacherous signals between two souls. Many might contradict my notions on love, but that's what it repaid me for experiencing it. Love is not only about the sake of showing it to others but also it is the backbone for the hindrances that might face your partner. Published 15/7/2016

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Shoot all the bluejays you want,if you can hit 'em,but remember it's a single to kill a mockingbird.... a young girl's coming-of-age story and a darker drama about the roots and consequences of racism and prejudice, probing how good and evil can coexist within.....

A Heck Tate Fanfiction - This "literary masterpiece" is definitely not satire - Dedicated to my sons: Katy, Jayna, Brooklynn, Chloe, Chelsea, Darryn, Maria, and Kelsey, all of whom this story would have been impossible without.

Hello! I'm a high school student in California. I love Wattpad, since it provides me with a workspace to practice my writing. My favorite book currently is To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee, and for this story, I am copying her writing style. I admire all of you so much and I'm thankful that you are taking the time to read this story. Currently, only one chapter is completed. If enough readers view my story and like and comment on it, then I'll know all of you think its good, and continue to write! Thank you and enjoy!

🚨spoilers so go read 'to kill a mockingbird'🚨 anyway stuff happens u should read this it was made late at night with @howdytim hahah It's in progress so come back for more chaps soon Also (just fyi): the first 2 chapters are consecutive, but the other ones are random times and they get progressively better as they go on The cover art is not mine but I wish it was

This is the journey of a girl/woman so annoyed by the blatant exploitation of a story by the publishing house of HarperCollins, wherein fury at such aforementioned exploitation of a highly regarded author equals an informal, a subtitle, if you will, namely Go Set (fire to ) a Watchman, in which the annoyed, girl/woman, (really, where is the cutoff for womanhood and girlhood, serious question ), flays apart HarperCollins and it's affiliated employees and sellers who 'magicked' up a 'sequel' for To Kill a Mockingbird. Just to clarify, here's my disclaimer of sorts. I adore Harper Lee. I worship at the pinnacle of her writing, and aspire to achieve such results for the book that currently sullies her brilliance, her story, her life, and her memory. I hold no such regard for HarperCollins. In fact, I have to say I share the same opinion of snake's belly, just after its escaped a pigpen, as I do HarperCollins. For what HarperCollins has done to the reputation and integrity of an incredible, beautiful classic and it's author is the indeed the lowest one can imagine possible. (more on that later.) All previously published works belong to Harper Lee, and HarperCollins. All new materials, characters, and post-editing of the two novels bearing the name Harper Lee is mine own. The cover for this MOD has all credit and much, much, much more appreciation for the awesome @fantasticbookworm.

polishing up my blackout poetry skillz dude

Hello there. These are Tony Award Nominations Predictions from the 2019 season!!! The Tony Award Nominees just were announced today, so I will be predicting who wins (only Musicals because music, song and dance is basically my life in a nutshell.)

A poem based on Harper Lee's classic book, To Kill A Mockingbird.

This is a dialogue that I had to make for school and everyone who read it loved it, so I thought I would share it here. I took two characters that I love and put them in the perspective of what I think would be their opinions on the philosophic question, that he who knows right, does right. With the use of the Socratic method, Holden Caulfield ("The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D Salinger) and Atticus Finch ("To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee) debate if that statement is really true. It takes place in court if Holden ever got caught "sleeping" with the prostitute in The Catcher in the Rye. The timeline is not super precise but the goal was that it was around the same time as Harper Lee's second novel, "Go Set a Watchman," and after "Catcher in the Rye."

Atticus Finch, accustomed to being the defendant is now put on trial for murder. What could drive this man to kill and will he be convicted? (This is in a script format)

Harvey thought he was straight - until he met Logan. Eleven years later, on their anniversary, Harvey looks back on their beginning.