Unkind Stories

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried t...

❝ Words collected from the cacophony of mind. To craft thoughts that resembles life's reality, which is sometimes kind, sometimes unkind...❞ ...

My life has been pretty awful lately so I decided to make a book about it to help other people and maybe even myself.

COMPLETED | ONE-SHOT In contemporary India, there is severe water shortage. While this is a new concept to the urban areas, the people of the Thar desert have suffered...

It's About Stuff About Cross And Lil Seto And How They Met People And Stuff

Assalamualaikum/Hey, First of all muslims and non-Muslims can read this book. Its my first time publishing.So forgive me for mistakes and bring it into my account so I w...

THERE WAS A MAN WHO CAME AS MESSIAH BUT LATER EVERYTHING TURNED INTO A MASSACRE ....... When everyone was facing loss of lives,their families ,food, shelter and everyth...

Words can hurt but those that are unsaid hurt even more because you can see it written on another persons face but they won't come out and say it, instead they will push...

Our story starts at the unfortunate demise of a girl know one really knew, Bethany. Where did she go on the evenings and what killed her?

A girl's parents disappear and she is forced to stay with her mean aunts.

This poem is mainly about my morning anxiety, waking up to pure dread and being unable to sleep as my mind is constantly battling negative thoughts, before realising to...

A poem about what the selfish of religion can look like. DISCLAIMER: *I do not believe that everyone who is spiritual or has belief are similar to what is depicted in t...

Kainah Marie Salvador has a happy family like the others that everyone wanted. Nang dahil sa isang aksidente nagbago ang lahat. Her life is like a Darkness because she f...

Feeling through words!

This is a poem story thing of my life over everyone lie's to me. Makes me fill invisible. Well I guess I'll start writing the poem story thing but first if I miss spell...

One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this i...

Armelle has a good reason to hate her life. She's beaten and abused in every possible way. When her new neighbor moves in and helps her escape, Armelle struggles to stay...