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"Alaska Esmë," Marie sighed. "You are never alone. You are only what you make yourself." 

          I shook my head. "I am sorry, but I have to leave for dinner," I mumbled feebly before squeaking slowly down the ancient wooden staircase. As I pushed the back door open, I heard  Marie call down softly, "When you are lonely, look up into the sky, to Outerspace, see the stars. Never overlook the stars, peace."

Alaska or "Sky" is slightly lost. She has enough money, friends, music and art, and time. What she does not have is a father. Her dad died when she was young and she has never been the same. Most of the children from school said that she was a murderer, that she had killed her dad. That isn't exactly what had happened.All Rights Reserved

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Each And Every Step by Kai_went_away

A 14 year old boy named Fisher's best friend is his cat; Oatmeal. Oatmeal has always been with him and theres no sign of him leaving, but one day Fisher comes back early in the morning and gets in a fight with his dad. His dad throws Oatmeal out of the house and Fisher goes to find him, But Oatmeal isn't there, and Fisher will have to go through a lot to find him. While trying to find him, Fisher deals with not knowing who he is, and while searching for Oatmeal, he also searches for himself. TW: this story includes mentions of suicide multiple times, if you are sensitive to those types of things, please refrain from reading this

Violet's Delight by lyazar

"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

Talking to the Stars (Completed) by Crunch_13

Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.

Travel To Hell [ Not Edited] by uFiona

[ Note : this was my first story ever, it's really bad (you seriously don't know how bad it is, there is no grammar) and I'm still trying to edit/ re-write it, so if you want to read it then you have been warned. There is a new version, you can see it if you clicked on my profile ] Alex is a normal 18 years old girl, going to school, meeting her friends in the weekends, talking and chatting, all that is normal .. right? Meeting her friends on Saturday is also normal, but the thing that isn't normal is the things that happened. Her friends vanished just right in front of her eyes, not only them but everything was gone. Now Alex have to face a whole new world on her own to find a way to get out of this world. A world that looks like Hell but in many different ways. But the question is .... is that easy ?

I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy by Beautiful_Tragedy8

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Letters from a Star by ruru_222

After her best friend's untimely death, Aurora finds herself stuck in a pit of despair. The joy of life has been sucked out of her and nothing feels real anymore. If she had to use one word to describe her world...she would pick 'numb'. She's freefalling into a pit of despair, fighting between her desire to overcome the grief and forgive her own mistakes...And the fear that she might repeat the things she did in the past and end up losing even more people. But when she finds her friend, Ishani's, journal -- with the words 'To Aurora' written on the front -- everything changes. It appears that Ishani had left a series of steps for Aurora to follow...steps to help her overcome the grief and live her life to the fullest. "Even if we don't ever tell them our story, the stars will whisper about us for centuries. They'll whisper it so quietly that even Icarus wouldn't hear it, if he ever decided to meet the sun's brothers and sisters." this story is dedicated to anyone who's ever felt responsible for the life of another. for the happiness of a friend. it's dedicated to those who would sell their souls to help a friend, or even a stranger, out of depression. the people pleasers. those who push away their emotions for the sake of someone else. i'll let the book speak for itself. enjoy :) TW: strong themes of suicide and death.

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Each And Every Step

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