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70 Beats Per Minute-A Collection Of Poems

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At the start, the end. And in the middle. by ManelHe

It talks about a serial killer who kidnapped a girl and locks her at his house and calling her "Gardenia" and every victim he kills he name her with a name of the flower. He is the "Flower serial killer" And the moves starts and things start to change but what will happen to both of them? Will she become a victim in the end and plant her like the others in his garden? or something will turn over everything? If you want to be read and you will be surprised! Note: Gardenia is a name of a flower and it means "secret lover" And you may find some mistakes so please don't mind them and I hope to enjoy reading it. Thank you, Flowers! Ranked #132 in the dark past. Le 23/05/2018

One Shots Male Reader [||][Pedidos Cerrados] by Camcam-cam

Holaa~ Bienvenidos todos a estas pequeñas historias, empezando de nuevo :D Muchas gracias por pasarte por aquí, supongo que pronto voy a abrir los pedidos. Así que puedes disfrutar mientras tanto las historias que tengo ahora, puedes leer las aclaraciones o las etiquetas para saber que anime o de que escribo. Gracias <3! Créditos a quien corresponda por todos los personajes utilizados, a excepción de _______.

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 by MayGarner

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

A Twist in Fate by authorsmakinghistory

If the going-to-be-King of Italy, Nicholas, sweeps America off her feet to never be seen again and Maxon Schreave starts to get jealous, quarreling between these handsome two is bound to happen. This could lead to fights between the two countries. Illéa needs Italy as an ally so that's probably not the best idea.

𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 [𝙸] by kkeywrites

NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON: SAMPLE AVAILABLE When you wake up with no memories whatsoever in a place you've never heard of with people you've never met - what do you do? Freak out? Try and retrace your steps? Pretend nothing's wrong? In the case of Charmeine, it was having a one-to-one with the Anti-Christ. You know, as one does. story one { ᵖᵃʳᵃⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᵐᵉᵉᵗˢ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ } ©@ᵏᵏᵉʸʷʳⁱᵗᵉˢ ᴬˡˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ, ⁱⁿᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗˢ, ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ. ᴺᵒ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵐⁱᵗᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵒʳᵐ.

Kidnapped by Hystride

**UNDER CONSTRUCTION - This was written in 7th grade and I'm now graduated from high school with a few college credits under my belt. I'm fixing all of it.** A shiver raced down my spine and the air thickened. The other end of the alleyway wasn't far, but it didn't seem to be coming closer no matter how fast I walked. Humoring my paranoia, I glanced over my shoulder just in time to catch a fist to the face. I dropped to my hands and knees and stared at the ground in a daze. My jaw throbbed with each beat of my heart, hammering the side of my face. Strong hands gripped me and dragged me backward. We made considerable progress toward the other end of the alleyway before my dazed mind caught up with reality. I was being kidnapped.

Chairs by VictoriaMarieS

"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the upper right corner. Elizabeth had her pale pink chair with white daiseys in the lower right corner. Audrey had her yellow chair with white roses in the upper left corner. Taylor had her black chair with red roses in the lower left corner. I had a white chair with sunflowers that sat in the center, the very center of the room. Each of us had a light above our heads. There were no covers in the lights just the wires losely hanging with the light attached at the end. The front legs of all our chairs had buckles that when we sat down they were right where our ankles were like he knew just were to put them. There were buckles on our arm rests that when we laid are arms on them the buckels our wrist were in the perfect spot. I think its funny how we all never made the conecction." "What conecction would that be?" "That we all have brown hair, blue eyes, were 5'5, all weighed 130. That when you put the first letter of each of our names together it spells Death. I love how at one point we all thought something, right before we were taken. Dani thought she was going to get mail. Elizabeth thought she was picking up dinner. Audrey thought she was going to class. Taylor thought she was taking her dog for a walk and I thought I was going to marry him and that I loved him with all my heart."

Kill You by Kbae47

I was going to kill you..." he says. "But I think we could have some fun, don't you?" ~ During a awful storm Cassidy Rose has to take shelter in an abandoned restaurant where she find a dangerous man who is also hiding. Being stuck together he makes up dangerous games Cass has to play. But games aren't the only thing being played. And when he makes a deal of kill or be killed, Cassidy finds herself running out of time. And slowly, Cassidy starts to fall for this man who seems to knock her down repeatedly. As the storm rages on, she finds more about his dark past, and why he hasnt killed her yet. They have to learn to fight together to make it out alive from men coming to haunt his past. And Cassidy finds it all but intriguing now that he's trying to keep her alive. Before the storm is over will Cassidy win these psychotic games... or end up another victim on the kill list. And then afterwards can she escape and will it be with or without him? Through companies and old pasts, assassination jobs, and serial killers, will Cassidy be able to survive?

Always and Forever, remember? by justrandomthingsxx

Lexi Evans is your average 18 year old high-schooler who has the sweetest boyfriend and great friends.But what happens when her so called boyfriend decides to break up with her only to start acting like an obsessive ex. ~~~ Everything in this book is fictional. I repeat FICTIONAL. Also, I'm sorry if you guys aren't happy with the description but please give this story a chance :) You won't be disappointed.

A Dreamer's Poetry by TheZonlichtHeart

This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition. ˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.　˚　　❀ .　˚✦　. ✿ 　　˚　　 ❀　　*　˚　　❀　✦　˚ . For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly. But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy? Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*) N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT (￣▽￣) ◇Used Pictures are not mine ◇Source: pinterest ♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*

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It talks about a serial killer who kidnapped a girl and locks her at his house and calling her "Gardenia" and every victim he kills he name her with a name of the flower. He is the "Flower serial killer" And the moves starts and things start to change but what will happen to both of them? Will she become a victim in the end and plant her like the others in his garden? or something will turn over everything? If you want to be read and you will be surprised! Note: Gardenia is a name of a flower and it means "secret lover" And you may find some mistakes so please don't mind them and I hope to enjoy reading it. Thank you, Flowers! Ranked #132 in the dark past. Le 23/05/2018