Historias de Voiceless

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A boy named Gabriel finds himself going on an adventure. From the slums where he was born, to a top of the line kinda guy. He and his friend Maru make their way to making ripples that change society as they know it. (P.S. I suck at story descriptions, but it's a dystopian-comedy, and I like it. :)

You want my story, well here you have it. I was never the normal girl, I was always that go to, advice, nerdy, tomboy, shy friend. And everybody seems to think everything is "perfectly" fine. But everything changed when I lost my voice, for now. But what do they know, they know the basic facts about me. No one bothers to really get to know me, for me. No one knows that I've been constantly being abused. I'm afraid that one day, someone will break my walls and destroy me. You can't fix a broken object, more especially you can't make it beautiful...

Will she find serenity?

A girl who's mission is to bring the boy back to his mother. At first it is just a mission but as she knew the boy, her mission become a promise to herself.

Words are like flower𝒔 that'll bloom beautifully, positively, enthusiastically if there's a adequate amount of care. At the same they also die if there's no care If there's no love and respect, they start pouring negative thoughts and sometimes they just die without saying anything !!! 🌸

NOT MINE

[ Reader x Victor Nikiforov ] "Say.. Victor.." the raven haired adult spoke up catching the attention of the platinum gray haired adult. The platinum gray haired male, 'Victor', hummed in respond to the other. The raven haired male held his cup of hot chocolate slightly tight, eyes wondering almost to the other, he softly utters "Do you really love me..?"

Inspired by another story, Voiceless begins...

Room for pain.

I always write what I feel, without any uttered words, to escape when times get rough. - edgemartin

and if only you knew how much she did love you when it lasted, you wouldn't have left. maybe. probably. THE GIRL WHO SPIT FLOWERS. a poetry narration book. seopresso, 2017.

A poem inspired by the name of a Montreal musician and a manic off coloured head space.

Missy Walters, a lively and kind student of Gotham University becomes an object of great interest to her professor, Dr. Jonathan Crane. While appreciating his attention and mentoring, Missy can't help feeling her professor's motives aren't always that clear. Either he really wants to help her... or hurt her. The first part of Missy Walters' origins and journey to becoming Voiceless. Note: Like many of the Batman stories, the story itself isn't fanfiction, it is fan made hard work. But I feel more at ease classifying it as fanfiction due to the usage of DC Comics' characters. Thanks to mineMissHellsing (and TortureDomain) for the visuals.

A mystery is being told by... me...? Where I am...? Who I am...? Why everyone want something from me...? Leave me alone all of you...

the hijab of death drapes swiftly over my face, over my eyes, covers my head, hides my tears, the blue skies vanished, the sunsets into darkness, vengeance's smile (his breathing grows heavily so) <it is dark, MOM-DAD, may this> death restore your honor to this forgive-less cruel world we live in oh heaven above please let this be a dream, let it be a dream, let me wake up to mamma's big smiles to the nagging voices of my brothers and sisters to my no, my eyelashes brush against the cloth, I feel the warmth of my breath against this hijab of Death

Speaking. Laughing. Joking. Socializing. It's not important until it's gone. Welcome to the life of Kail Eleanor Edison.

Book 2 in The O'Connor Chronicles The cover of darkness lingered about, fraternizing with the subtle breeze, dancing, taunting the Earth like a twisted game only it knew how to play. I always resided in that darkness, drinking it like an addictive drug, numbing my tongue and hating the taste; yet, incapable of terminating the bond. I needed it, so I thought. Unable to live without it, they told me. It followed me, a shadowed plague there was no cure for, and I believed the lies it spat. I gave into the harsh, chastising whispers it trickled into my broken soul. I drifted into a place where misery and sorrow inhabited with me as their company. And yet, at that moment, the glooming murk of the night did not touch me. He chipped away at her walls, until, light peeked through the cracks. Saige O'Connor; there's a lot more to the name than meets the eye, and she can't rest easy just yet. Six months after the horrible scare Cleo Val put the secluded town through, you would think things would get better. But life just loves to throw curveballs into Saige's broken world, one, in particular, putting everyone on edge. Sarah Grayson. Ky made a promise to protect Saige, but that promise is tested greatly when an Unseen traitor is floating about. Who can he trust? How can he fight an enemy he can't see? After all, The Unseen always get what they want. No one wants to be found, no one wants to be seen. But they know everything. The saga of The O'Connor Chronicles continues on an incredible adventure with winding turns, plot twists you won't see coming, blossoming romance, and an ending you don't want to miss. All images are from google, I do not own the photos. All rights reserved. Yes, this book is legit copyrighted. This book is not published anywhere else. Please report/notify me immediately if you see otherwise. Plagiarism is a crime. © 2019 Megan Victoria #2 in thriller #11 in mystery