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On thin ice

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Parts 57
Time 7h 29m

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𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨 𝑵𝒀𝑰𝑲𝑨
Running away from something you didn't even do is like walking around with an A4 paper sized note saying 'just put me in jail already.' It's guilty, but when it's the only option you have why wouldn't you take it? Disappearing and starting over from a fuck-up like that 𝙖𝙣𝙙 on a perfectly clean slate in conditions better than your last is rare, incredibly rare. Anyone would run straight into that gate, but that hardest pill to swallow is realizing that the door leads straight down the same path you were trying to get away from.


𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑱𝑨𝑯 𝑹𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑻
Everything runs like clockwork and all I have to do is follow the arrow. Nothing I've ever received has come from my own sacrifices or my own bones, things have sat comfortably on my plate in front of me-Friends, job opportunities, scholarships, women. I've never had to pull a muscle to reach for any of it. So maybe this was my karma. Gods version of giving me a real taste of what it's like to be human-what it's like to have everything taken from you from right under your feet without warning. Except when is it enough, what will it take to keep what's important to me when everything else is gone.All Rights Reserved

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Breaking the Ice | ✍🏼 by ikc_writes

A brother and a sister. One is the captain of the hockey team in a small town while the other aspires to be the best figure skater out there. But what happens when they cross paths after a year of being apart, and everything has changed. One doesn't want to be seen by the other, rather wanting to leave the small town for bigger opportunities and the other has lost their aspirations to be the best figure skater, rather wanting to be on the ice hockey team. Everyone thought that nothing could come between the two of them, but maybe there is more to their story. Maybe they both have secrets they have been hiding for so long that they don't even know the truth. But what happens if it isn't all about how they have changed and grown apart and that someone else was involved? No one knows the truth, but maybe by adding the bad boy's, The Armani's, to the table will bring someone down, or someone else up. Just bring the grandchildren of a designer together and see what happens. See who breaks first. See who messes with the Lauren's first. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I don't know who you are anymore" "I trusted you. I trusted that you wouldn't do that to me but you did it anyways" "I'm not the good girl you left behind for your hockey team. People change, Aiden. I've changed and so have you" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TW* some themes and words may be distressing for some* ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 30.10.22 Finished: Rankings:

I Want You No Matter What (Book 2) Completed by shadae80101

Life had taken a turn for the better ever since my troubled brother was incarcerated for life. However, one day, a sense of unease crept over me and my best friend as we noticed a mysterious figure tailing us through the bustling town. "Ally, who's that man?" my best friend inquired, her voice tinged with concern. I scanned the area nervously, my heart pounding. "We should get out of here," I urged, seizing her arm as we hastily made our way through the crowded streets. Abruptly, I awoke from a disquieting nightmare, my screams ricocheting through the silent house. "Mom, there's a man chasing me in my dreams," I gasped out, my hands trembling. She attempted to soothe me, attributing the tumultuous visions to my overactive imagination. On one occasion, I inadvertently overheard my mom and aunt engaged in a hushed conversation, puzzling over what impending revelation they were deliberating. Eventually, I mustered the courage to confront the enigmatic man who had been shadowing me. "Why have you been following me? Who are you?" I demanded, my voice quivering with trepidation. "I am Aleekie Smith," he disclosed, leaving me dumbfounded. "You're the man from my dream," I whispered, the pieces falling into place. The drama unfolded further as I crossed paths with a former boyfriend adamant on asserting control, his aggression escalating to a perilous climax when he brandished a firearm. Feeling ensnared, I made a pivotal decision to extricate myself from the tumult, severing ties with everyone in a dramatic departure. Amidst escalating tension and conflict, an unexpected source of solace materialized in the form of my father, ushering the narrative into an unforeseen trajectory. To uncover the compelling trajectory of events that ensued, I urge you to continue reading. This is merely the entrancing prologue of the gripping saga that awaits. Don't forget to vote and comment!

Second Chance by whizbee_

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Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔ by FriendlyDragon478

❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one day, I will feel great. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my observations and perspectives, some full of laughter and fun, others painful and dark, suffocating, leaving me with nowhere to run. ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ A collection of unedited poems I wrote extemporaneously (ages 16-18), as well as a chockfull of quotes. This books contains my: Poems 105- & Quotes 96-175. Formerly known as: ❛My Poems and Quotes Book (Vol. II),❜ 2017-2020. Volume Two of My Poems and Quotes. Feel free to check out Volume I, labelled as ❛Body,❜ on my profile. Don't forget to vote and comment; I love engaging with you guys! :D ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

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Pinwheels and Dandelions by cjacks1124

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The Karma Project by knikole_

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Breaking the Ice | ✍🏼

A brother and a sister. One is the captain of the hockey team in a small town while the other aspires to be the best figure skater out there. But what happens when they cross paths after a year of being apart, and everything has changed. One doesn't want to be seen by the other, rather wanting to leave the small town for bigger opportunities and the other has lost their aspirations to be the best figure skater, rather wanting to be on the ice hockey team. Everyone thought that nothing could come between the two of them, but maybe there is more to their story. Maybe they both have secrets they have been hiding for so long that they don't even know the truth. But what happens if it isn't all about how they have changed and grown apart and that someone else was involved? No one knows the truth, but maybe by adding the bad boy's, The Armani's, to the table will bring someone down, or someone else up. Just bring the grandchildren of a designer together and see what happens. See who breaks first. See who messes with the Lauren's first. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I don't know who you are anymore" "I trusted you. I trusted that you wouldn't do that to me but you did it anyways" "I'm not the good girl you left behind for your hockey team. People change, Aiden. I've changed and so have you" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TW* some themes and words may be distressing for some* ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 30.10.22 Finished: Rankings: