Unclear Stories

*If you haven't read Unclear, check it out before reading this book!* Athena and Logan have always thought of their life as 'simple'. They didn't have many family, until they find out that they have a long lost Aunt that is a vampire. They travel with their families to meet her, but when Athena finds out that her best friend, that she has always loved, has cancer, she has to continue and learn from her Aunt to find a cure for vampires, otherwise, bad things will happen to her Aunt. POV is mainly told in Athena, Logan, and Ricky. Don't be surprised if their might be other's as well!

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.

Inspiration: Eminem! :-)

As the title says

a quiet night alone at home with his sister, a knock in the window and a kidnapper awaits hidden in the shadows. their quiet nights of dreams and tears over a friend assumed to be dead. But, is he really dead?

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

"I wonder if they miss me, or if I was just another number in another project. I wonder if he's keeping his promises, if he's waiting for me, or better still preparing for my return. I'll be honest; at that moment and at that time, even I wasn't completely sure where I was. I knew why I was here, and I knew I had to keep prevailing, but the exact co-ordinates at which I was now mindlessly shuffling through was unclear." Survival can often be mistaken for courage, for bravery, but it really is just selfishness masked under a veil of continuation.

Dear Diary, I saw him today. Dear diary, he won't get off my mind. Dear diary, help me.

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??

Constructive criticism. maybe they'll learn.

Poems not based on real life .. Just expressing my mind :)

Just a collection of poetry I write for now and what is to come.

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

Words depicting emotions from the heart, ramblings of the mind, and shining of the soul. Writings that are unclear, expressive, real, free, bizzare, strong, and indecisive.

The story of a conman who finds himself in a most unusual set of circumstances in which he enters a town in order to pull his con, but strangely finds himself thrown into the bizarre land of Streel, which seems oddly familiar to him. And so he will fight his way through the world of absurdity that is Streel; and so he will meet a woman that he believes he loves; and so he will have to go in search of the Freel, to find the winged "slabberjank" and strike it down, facing all sorts of nonsense and absurdity on his journey through the land, for this is the task of right-handed people. Of course, left-handed people are really no different.

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

poetic missery