Unclear Stories

I was always my sister's puppet. Even after her death, I'm still being controlled.

Still Waiting for December... TO COME... Diana Li Santilla keeps waiting for the same person to come for the Last 5 years. As she remembered, A mysterious person from her childhood used to play with her and protected her from things she can't even remember... Every First Fall of The cold snow, she always wait at the same spot where they met and that was where that person appears. But after she turned 13 the person mysteriously succeeded to disappear from her life and memories... but her heart still remembered the way that person made Diana feel safe and warm even in the cold snow... and now Diana kept on waiting for the first fall of the snow every year, for 5 years.. Waiting for that person to appear right in front of her eyes... Was it all just a childhood fantasy? Friend who is just an Imaginary? or A Person who really exist and just waiting for the right time to reappear??

Just after 10:39 PM in Birchwood, Minnesota, Anne and Atticus met two uniformed police officers at the door. Atticus had become an orphan when his father and soon to be stepmother died in a car accident. Anne had lost her mother, Annie, and her future step dad. Atticus is sent to live with his closest relative, his cousin Cody, who graciously takes in Anne after another heartbreaking event. As both of their worlds shatter around them, the two somehow manage to band together in hope through the pain, seeing each other for new- but broken- people for the first time.

I'm your uncle

A small poem that came into my mind. I guess it could turn into a song maybe...? I don't know, enjoy! Please, feel free to comment, share, and enjoy! Don't forget to hit the little star! ☺

Some inner thoughts popping out of my mind

A poem about the struggles of life, the art of letting go and rising from nothing to something.

If I can't say it, I'll write it instead. You are this poem's subject; you are the reason behind this art.

Michelle was always a goody two shoes, and did exactly what her parents told her. Now, when her mother and father die, she isn't sure what to do. She goes to New York to find something, she doesn't know what, but she knows she'll find something. Quinn is an orphan. He was always the rebel, he never listened to anyone. He heads to NYC to do try something new. Two troubled people with two troubled pasts. So when they meet, there's no knowing what will happen. If you think these stories are cliche, think again and read this book.

Leaticia und Selbstmord passten für Butter ( Ira Enderson ) nicht in einen Satz. Ihre fröhliche, zuverlässige und selbstbewusste Freundin soll sich umgebracht haben. Bereits als die Nachricht Butter erreicht, stank für sie dieser Fall zur Hölle. Sie wusste dass ihre Freundin etwas so zerstörendes niemals getan hätte. Und ein Jahr nach dem Ereignis wurde sie fündig, doch begab sich in große Gefahr.

I think and write. sometimes I don't think at all, but that's ok. The sequel to Thoughts. If you don't like the stuff on here, just leave or leave a mature comment (just don't be mean). i won't criticize you. A lot of my writing has like random thoughts in it, so if you find like some random lyrics in the middle of a paragraph, it's just there. I won't remove it or anything. It adds flavor. There's a lot of opinions and mature content. It gets angsty after a bit. :D It's mainly cringe haha.

I don't know the truth, you don't know the truth...we don't know the truth. Here is my new story...no, actually not a story just my point of view in form of tale. It's about Yizhan and their fandom feeling probably...so I welcome you all please enjoy

"You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain."

This book is a series of poems that my sister made in the past years. Unfortunately she quit writing :( I hope she gets back to it. This is the first poem I found. Hope you enjoy it. :D

Inspiration: Eminem! :-)

What can I say, sometime talking is hard. Especially when you are trying to work up the nerve to talk to your crush you had since you were 14 years old. Sometimes you just have to say what you need to say.