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this story is for anyone who wanta to read it... it might be a trigger warning to some sensitive people. I'm sensitive. this is my life. it may spund like drama... but its all true.
This is my life in the form of poems. Heart felt meaningful poems.
If u want to think I'm crazy go for it... Here we go
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Love from all Views
Meeting him again wasn't the plan. Breaking apart wasn't the plan. Being consumed by my sadness and pain wasn't the plan and yet, I went with it. But now, I couldn't take it. I changed, for the better or the worse is up to you to decide, but I knew I changed. So I wasn't going to beg to his feet. I wasn't going to follow after him like some sick little puppy. No, if he wanted me to do that, then he could go and shove his problems down a juice box and suck them. " Come on, let's fall in love all over again." " So you can break my heart all over again?" ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- Beautiful things were hard to come by. Hard to find, hard to see and hard to savour. That's why I cherish beautiful things, because soon, like many things, they fade away. *Click* another picture for another rainy day. *Click* another picture to treasure on a sentimental moment. *Click* another picture to show her. Many teased me for being a guy who liked beautiful things, but she didn't. She didn't judge like those adults at my parents' social parties. She had captured me with a simple click of a camera and a smile my way. " I swear, you love that camera more than me." " Never." ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- AUTHOR'S NOTE- So if any of you haven't noticed, I've decided to make this a short stories about small romances. The sad, the wonderful, the odd, the great. Everything I can really think about would be in here. I'm also going to continue this up to 100 chapters, which is a small goal of mine I guess. So let's see how many chapters we can get to βΊοΈ.Complete
Life's A Trip
This is just a story based on life events that I felt like I should write down. Writing helps me figure out brain things, and helps me grow into a better person. So enjoy reading my story of the last 3-4 years of my life, all the way up to the present. Hopefully your attention span can carry you through this, because I'd love somebody to read it. Thank you :) The chapters will be short. I have a Spotify playlist just for this book to make it easier to visualize the emotions through out the book, and it greatly helps me remember how I felt, therefore making it easier to write. It will be under "Wuzzy" and the playlists name will be "Life's A Trip" Thank you!
Happy Endings
"Don't you see now why we can't be together?" I whispered at the crazy boy in front of me. "Aren't you repulsed by me? Disgusted? Dis interested? Can't you just tear my heart out and leave like any other normal teenage boy?" My voice cracked. He simply shook his head. "Sweetheart, I thought I made it clear from the first time I said it," He paused, "I. Like. You." He emphasized every word, and I gaped at him. "Hell of a lot, actually, so it'd be great if you stopped being salty and liked me back." "Don't you get it?" I whispered unbelievingly, "After all that, and you still don't get why I can't be with you?" He seemed relaxed, calm. Too calm for this situation. "My life doesn't involve a guy like you, Nathan. Never did. You're not my knight in shinning armor, and you aren't going to save me. This is reality, the real world. And the real world doesn't have happy endings." ---- To me, there's are six different types of crying. One; The Breakdown. Two; The Longing. Three; The Hysterical. Four; The Broken. Five; The Happy. Six; The Inevitable." ---- This short story is very depressing, I'm warning you now. It may trigger memories, or depression symptoms.Complete
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Two broken souls in the midst of a crazy world. Two souls running away from their past. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel was cracking, slowly closing in. When these two connect, as if they were set on the same path, light creeps in through the cracks, and for or a moment, the tunnel seems to have a way out, but what if it collapses before they make it? - "You saved my life." The words come out as a whisper, I've been dying to say that. I thank god every day that he came into my life when he did. "Fuck Vivian, you don't know how much I needed you." I tear up just a little as he speaks, I don't know the last time I cried happy tears. I bring my hands up to cup his cheeks, resting my forehead against his. "No matter how much I push, I don't mean it. Please don't give up on me." My words seem to relieve him in some way as I feel his shoulders relax. "Even when I'm gone, I'll be by your side, forever." He brings his hand, sticking his pinky out. "pinky promise."I wrap mine around his, placing a kiss on his lips. Warning before you read!! This is my first book! This book will contain topics of SA, eating disorders, and mature content, if any of these things may bother you in anyway, please scroll! I hope when I finish this book I can public a clean version, with a different perspective leaving out these topics, but for now, this is how i've envisioned this story to go! Enjoy -AshπΈ
A Collection of Poems
These poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'm not that kind of a direct person, but there are things that are sometimes, better to kept secret. Here, these poems are what I wanted to say to my friends, to other important people, to people in general, to the world around me, to life and each detail it possesses. Each poem has a central theme, and around that revolves a certain story that I want to impart, something too delicate to be expressed directly, something too complicated. Here, I want to share who I am. That's ... probably all ... that I need to say.Complete
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My Name is Roxanne Kane
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"Please, don't hurt me" I say, my voice just above a whisper. "If you hurt me, I won't be able to trust anyone again" "My little Devil" he says, cupping my cheeks. "I would rather kill myself than to hurt you" "Pinky promise?" I say, giving him my pinky finger. He wraps his pinky finger around mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine, like always. "Pinky promise." He smiles, that smile alone can make me wet and happy at the same time. His thumb brushes against my cheek, his touch softer than I ever expected from someone like him. "You don't believe me, do you?" he murmurs, tilting his head. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the way my heart is hammering in my chest. No, I don't. Because people like you always leave. But I can't say that. Not when he's looking at me like this. Instead, I whisper, "I want to." His grip tightens around my pinky, just slightly. "Then let me prove it to you." His faces inches closer, I can feel his breath on my lips. "What are you-" he cuts me off "Shh" he says, putting his index finger on my lips. "I am proving it to you" Just as his lips were about to touch mine. Amara enters the room. "Oh my fucking god, did I just witnessed my bestfriend almost getting kissed by my brother!?!? Oh lord, I am gonna passout" Once a drama queen, always a drama queen. Give this story a chance and I hope that I don't disappoint you πΉβ¨
The Citizen Soldier (DNF)
!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.Complete
Drake's Kitten (completed)
He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.Complete
Meeting him again wasn't the plan. Breaking apart wasn't the plan. Being consumed by my sadness and pain wasn't the plan and yet, I went with it. But now, I couldn't take it. I changed, for the better or the worse is up to you to decide, but I knew I changed. So I wasn't going to beg to his feet. I wasn't going to follow after him like some sick little puppy. No, if he wanted me to do that, then he could go and shove his problems down a juice box and suck them. " Come on, let's fall in love all over again." " So you can break my heart all over again?" ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- Beautiful things were hard to come by. Hard to find, hard to see and hard to savour. That's why I cherish beautiful things, because soon, like many things, they fade away. *Click* another picture for another rainy day. *Click* another picture to treasure on a sentimental moment. *Click* another picture to show her. Many teased me for being a guy who liked beautiful things, but she didn't. She didn't judge like those adults at my parents' social parties. She had captured me with a simple click of a camera and a smile my way. " I swear, you love that camera more than me." " Never." ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- AUTHOR'S NOTE- So if any of you haven't noticed, I've decided to make this a short stories about small romances. The sad, the wonderful, the odd, the great. Everything I can really think about would be in here. I'm also going to continue this up to 100 chapters, which is a small goal of mine I guess. So let's see how many chapters we can get to βΊοΈ.
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