Unbrokenworld Stories

A cool zephyr soughs from the west ,bristling the cheeks of a young poet.To the horizon the ivory rays of the setting sun trace their vigour at his rheumy eyes.Poignant memories reflect on his forlorn countenance;memories of lost love,memories of good old days,some to painful to commemorate.Clutching a pen and a piece of paper,the memories drain from the ink,spilling to the paper,to the world.Nostalgic memories.

"Mine". He growled. Shit.

My arms pumped faster as I glided across the waves, smoothing out the gentle creases in the surface. The time had come for me to exit the shimmering water. Before I could however, I lay, floating, watching the patterns on the ceiling of the pool. I left, water droplets clinging to my skin and hair where possible. As I reach the women's changing rooms, I grab my bag from the shelf's, pulling out my towel. I start to rub my hair dry, but it sticks out in little messy clumps. After finally taming my wild mane, I dry my body and change into a pair of shorts and a crop top that said 'I speak fluent sarcasm.' As I leave I grab my sports bag and pull out my mirror. I try to check my eyeliner, but I drop the mirror in surprise. I run to the full sized mirror and trail my fingers over my skin in amazement. I've... Changed...

the words in this book are for everyone and no one, some are real from my life experiences and some are just imagination.. I don't know if I can call it poetry ,or songs. but I hope some of you will find a bit of themselves in it. let's just call it words.. just words

Excerpt from book: That's not me, it can't be. This girl has a muscular body, an angular face, high cheekbones and creamy white skin. Her nose isn't scrunched up like mine, but a bit longer and less flat. Her lips are a bit darker, and her jaw isn't crooked like my own, and looks almost sharp somehow. Aqua, striking blue eyes watch me with shock and curiosity, as if she can't believe someone as ugly as I am exists. Framing that gorgeous face are long, wavy locks of dark blonde hair, almost brown but not there yet. It falls in feathery layers, with streaks of a pale chocolate and even black. They reach halfway down the girl's boobs, which are larger and less saggy than my own. I glance down, then back at my mirror, then back at myself. That girl is me. Which isn't possible, because I can't just change like that, a snap of fingers, a twirl of a wand. So what the hell happened? All Rights Reserved. Many characters belong to Unbrokenworld, as this is a Fanfiction of her story.

Have you ever wondered what it was like taking the form of a beast? Shifters are hated around the world because they are different, and feared. Margo Nightfall, a thirteen year old girl with unexpected strength and agility than most people, decides to flunk school for one day, and NEVER GOES BACK... maybe. (Btw this is a fanfiction of @unbroken worlds wildcat and lone wolf because those are amazingly awesome!!! ).