Mind, have mercy.
- Reads 57
- Votes 0
- Parts 5
Complete Sat, May 25, 201936m
A wise man once said our actions make us who we are. I think he was half right.
We are ghosts wandering a plane we care little about. Most will not see our silhouettes. Far be it from us to fully know ourselves.
Herein a young woman is haunted by the experiences that forged her. She is scarred, not broken.
All Rights Reserved
#389
peace
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
𝐇 𝐈 𝐃 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍
Everyone has a story; a past or present hidden in a dark parts in our hearts. A story they fear to tell, to confront because even if they fail to see or admit it, it shapes them. But does the scars justify the actions? Will time truly tell?. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, they say conquers all 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬?Complete
The Glitch
There are things in this world that slip through the cracks-whispers of something just beyond the edge of understanding. When an anomaly defies logic, you either look away... or you chase the truth. But some truths aren't meant to be found.
💔Trust And Betrayal 💔
You choose who you wanna be Don't allow people to decide your life for you. Life might be full of obstacles But when you believe in yourself You become stronger than you think you are. I hope you enjoy this short story of mine😊Complete
DARKEN DREAMS
THE MIRROR OF WHO WE ARE When we write our famous lines, we tell our own story no matter if it is poetry or a blog of fiction, it is the function of a mirror of your self you had let the world in on what it is you bleed. Your story is the universal mirror, When we look into the mirror, we see are daily image slowly changing with time. When we write our emotions are deeper than the mighty seas, and or imaginations are hight as the tallest mountain, our own thoughts are powerful, words that we write are a big part of who we are. Judy Emery © 2017 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy EmeryComplete
His Obsession (Rewritten & Edited)
I see her face in every reflection, hear her laugh in the distant sounds of the night. The need for her is suffocating, consuming me from the inside out. And if I have to tear this city apart, brick by brick, to get her back-so be it.
Wake Up Call
A broken girl... Twenty years old and I'd finally had enough. I couldn't take anymore, so I packed up my things and disappeared, leaving behind my drunken, abusive father and the mother that stood by and watched as I slowly died. I knew I was going, but not where I'd stop. The last thing I expected once on my own, was to be spending my nights stripping at a club in Florida, barely getting by. I should have known running from a past wouldn't make it stop haunting me, because misery will always find me and tear me down until there's nothing left of me. It always has... Things can always change though, right? Like looking up at a handsome, tattooed stranger, and with one stare he has me questioning everything I've ever believed in. I wasn't expecting or prepared for someone to storm into my life. Not him. Jace Montgomery. The name I'll never forget. The need to save me lies in his eyes, but I don't need a savior. Trust- what he wants to teach me. That I'm something more than what I've grown up believing and that I'm worth loving. Those are the things he wants me to believe. How am I supposed to let him in and show me I'm something when I've spent my entire life being... nothing? He won't give up, and honestly, I'm hoping he never does... Because maybe... just maybe... I am worth saving after all.Complete
Soul Mates
Watching Anna, she was actually down stairs sipping water quietly. I couldn't help but stare at her. Her usually midnight drink. "Thirsty." "Oh, uncle you startled me." She had backed away from me as I tried to touch her. I had been needing her touch more and more. "Why are you so afraid of me?" "What are you talking about?" She nervously giggled as she crept backwards. "I have notice a few things and well you cower at my touch. Tell me Anna, do I frightened you?" Have I in someway? I wondered. "No, uncle," she stepped closer to me pressing her palm on my chest proving that she is not the least bit frightened. "You don't scare me one bit." Her lips were smiling but her eyes had told me a different story. "The prove it." I was now leaning as she had licked her own lips. Fuck I want to taste those lips. "How." Her breath sent me shivers down my core. Further leaning in, I pulled her closer, my hand now firmly on her back as my lips made contact with hers. She hesitated at first, I could feel she was withdrawn but that didn't stop me from taking what I wanted. Kissing her made me forget. I know I shouldn't but I wanted to forget what I had lost. Is it wrong of me to think like that? But this kiss felt so right. Why? She felt perfect beneath me. At that moment I wanted more, I wanted everything she would give me. I wanted her. "What the fuck is going on here." The lights instantly turned on revealing a very pissed of Megan. "Megan I can explain." "How, when I just witness you kissing the one who had killed our child." ***** Do you believe in soul mate because we are destined to be with that one person that makes us whole....Complete
If It Wasn't For You
You never know what you will come across in life, rather if it'll be your future husband or wife. I've developed an entire new view, if it wasn't for you. You'll travel my journey line by line. Come along for the ride. Live in someone else's shoes for once. Some is real; some is fake. But not everyone experiences the same things.Complete
Everyone has a story; a past or present hidden in a dark parts in our hearts. A story they fear to tell, to confront because even if they fail to see or admit it, it shapes them. But does the scars justify the actions? Will time truly tell?. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, they say conquers all 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬?
More detailsContent Guidelines