Treacherous cerita

my voice cracked when the silhouettes appeared before me. i know that it will be the affections that i won't let go even when the the crowds butt in. but the oils in my hand are the chances slimmer than a sheet of tracing paper. and in the long gone months of adventure filled with joy, nerve-wracking pain, and scars carving within, formed was an aisle of proses and poems that i never know i could write. and now that i had them written, i'll sing that moments' praises. reliving the sands at the bottom of the hourglass. still having all my bracelets around my wrist even when the darkest monsters haunt me as they were telling me not to wear them.

Bruises adorn her once perfect skin. Her long, blond hair no longer hangs down around her shoulders as it used to. Tubes have been stuck into every vein possible and she's as white as a sheet. He sits at her bedside, afraid to touch her, in fear that he'll hurt her again. Or more so, that his presence will harm her. Because of course, all of this was his fault. *~*~* He shatters her, and even though she won't let it show, she breaks. He finds someone else, someone apparently 'better'. But the one thing his friends can't understand is that he's just as messed up, just as broken without her. Since he shattered her he's... changed. He barely leaves his room. He barely eats anymore. If his phone goes off, his eyes become alert and fear spreads in them. There's not a second that passes where his eyes aren't rimmed with red or filled with tears. He's going insane. Why? Read to find out and learn about Niall and Amie and how their love is truly Treacherous. Copyright © 2013 NezzaMesserXx, All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the author.

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Sitting here with these cuffs around my wrist and tears streaming from my cheeks. Reflecting back on where we went wrong. The pastor closed the casket and I hung my head in shame. I couldn't bare looking her in the eyes, the words "I'm sorry" wouldn't leave my lips, while she stood there, pale faced, colder than the chills that filled the sanctuary amongst the pews. "Run nigga run" "Stay with me, Stay with me!" "Aye mane, drive this shit!" I am my brother's keeper. Bleed for my brothers and die for my brothers.

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An unusual encounter in Limestone County, Northern Alabama, in the Summer of 1861 following the secession of the first seven states of the new Confederate nation

• since I incised the bistoury leisurely down my neck exposing [ my latterly ripped muscles ] to the racous luster of reality • _________________ A compilation of all those words who made my tears pour down my glossy cheeks and made them burn as the tears dried while I drowning in an ocean of madness... of all those words I rue the day I never said, but were better to let unknown

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Both fresh out of high school, Stiles and Lydia are on the path to a new life. When those paths happen to cross though, things don't go the way they expected. Lydia is everything Stiles wants, but he just isn't her type. As they spend more time together, Lydia's feelings start to change. Stiles is convinced it's meant to be, but Lydia is skeptical of fate.

Sweeran fanfic. I decided to write this because I didn't like any that I had read, so I figured the only solution would be to come up with my own. Hope that you read it and like it.

Jack Lloyd has always been superstitious, believed in the paranormal or creatures of the night/dead. Even when he was a little boy he would always talk about THEM. No one ever knew what he was talking about and his parents started to worry. He was put into therapy but the simply said it was just a phase. It slowly started to go away the nightmares and talk about the cheaters of the night. But right when he turned 16 it all started to come back. Every imaginary friend, every nightmare, and every time he closed his eyes he would see THEM. Why, why is this all coming back and why now?

Unos años atrás, las películas de romance se apoderaron de mi mente, por lo tanto, mis expectativas estaban puestas en aquellas escenas de navidad en las que las parejas se encuentran cerca del calor abrazador emanado de un enorme y llamativo fogón, de las mantas, chocolate caliente y las miradas cómplices. Sentía que llegaría un chico "salvador" que haría que mi vida fuera menos mediocre, que cambiaría todos los esquemas al punto de romperlos. Finalmente, en ese momento, todo tendría sentido. ¿Con qué me encontré? Bueno, no quiero dar nombres porque eso es de mala educación, pero, Noah Levington fue un total patán. ¿Esa escena de "El diario de una princesa" en el que Mia se queja de que su pie no hizo pop? Bueno, todo lo que hizo pop fue mi ánimo en decaimiento cuando el chico intentó que estuviéramos en la parte de atrás de su automóvil. De ensueño, ¿verdad? Todo lo que una chica desea. Oh, y... Leroy Monroe, ese ganó la lotería cuando desapareció justo después de que tuviéramos relaciones sexuales. Días y noches esperando un llamado, sin mencionar los llamados que yo, chica-sin-dignidad, realicé. Por cierto, no hubo velas ni pétalos de rosas. Malditas películas de amor. Así hay una larga, cansadora y triste lista de chicos que forman parte de aquello que se llama "casi pero no". Hasta que llegamos al presente. Actualmente, sigo mirando películas románticas, pero definitivamente ya no las veo como una posibilidad. También aprendí que yo necesito crecer, necesito saber estar conmigo antes de estar con alguien, y además... me quedé sin renglones para agregar más nombres. No tengo en mente estar con alguien, por primera vez, solo me necesito a mi. Aunque... quién sabe, la vida es traicionera. 𝓒𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓽𝓲́𝓽𝓾𝓵𝓸, 𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓸́𝓷 𝓭𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓸𝓻.

These are oft musings whose basic idea is the product of my daydreaming on an average day, where little wisps of forgotten memories, incidents take shape of lines and feelings with a nostalgia felt right there. It's an attempt by a person to take up challenges, to rid myself off my morbid thinking and dive into an art that I wish to be evergreen and relatable to everyone in some way. Come and live in a world where rhythm takes plentiful of space!