The Fig Tree
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Last published Fri, May 22, 2026
A series of a teenager's mental secretions, living through the distorting lenses of a bell jar.
Inspired by Sylvia Plath.
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OCEAN
Meadow was sent to finish her Senior year in a small town with her Aunt Tilly and Uncle Martin because her mother can't deal with her and her depression any longer. Meadow keeps to herself and tries hard not to draw any attention to herself. No guy likes her and she has no friends. She feels that the only thing left to do is to end her life.....Then she meets the 'badboy' of the school, Ryker. Ryker is also a Senior in high school and everybody knows him as the 'badboy' which he was named from the many rumors througout the years that were told about him. He doesn't care what others think and plans to leave town after graduation. He has a small group of friends of school but they are ones he can trust. He doesn't care about popularity and thinks it's amusing more than ever to see the girls want him. He tries to mind his own business and isn't interested in getting too attached and involved with anyone. So he just messes around. That is, until he meets the new girl who immediately draws his attention and makes him instantly intrigued. It's hard for him to trust anyone other than his close friends and she doesn't trust anybody, including guys. Can they help each other out? Can he help save her from herself? Okay, sorry for the crappy description but for now it will have to do and I hope you all give this story a chance. It is personal to me and in the Introduction before chapter one, I will explain why it is. I hope you guys like this it is beautiful. © Copyright 2019 All Rights ReservedComplete
A Kiss for Maya
"He's lucky I let him live!" He kicks the chair he was sitting on, "I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you." He takes slow steady steps towards me and I realise I've no where to escape to. Before I can comprehend what to do, his chest is blocking my view and his scent is tampering with my sanity. ***** There's not much going on in Maya's life and with her cousin moving out, she's certain life will only continue to be boring. The plan is to stick to routine and go on with life, continously escaping to fictional worlds and focusing on school. Mason's the new kid across the street who just seems to have trouble following him. His plan is to keep his head down and his dark, dangerous world a secret. When Maya finds herself entangled in his secret world, Mason's forced to do everything in his power to protect her. Amidst boxing lessons and impromptu road trips to safe houses, a little spark starts to fly.Complete
Notes to self
Essays of traumas which will either help me grow or continue to be my downfall guess I'll never know(I keep the typos in cause I'm not perfect and neither is my story) is Wrote the beginning chapters when I was 16 Mabey 17 I'm 18 now about to be 19
Musings on Life from a Dead Girl
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I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy
CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014Complete
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