Atpeace Stories

Just an on going book of poetry. Got locked out of my old account so restarting with this kicker. Some of these were written when I was sixteen and a bit cringe worthy, please bare with me as I try to edit these puppies

Pieces of a lonely mind

Mind the gap...

Garden of peace is about: Taking care of your garden not letting nothing come in and taking flowers, Beauty or peace away from it!

An original poem by yours truely

Credit for my amazing cover to @SLKeys Ok so dont kill me. This book is kinda bipolar. I write when I am sad, feeling lose, lusting, in love, being happy, nervous, or basically any other feeling.

Asa El Berardi died at eighteen. East Baye destroyed her first, of course, but technically speaking, she did the dying herself. After years of manipulation, humiliation, betrayal, and one leaked video that turned her suffering into public entertainment, Asa finally took her own life while the people responsible continued living pretty, successful lives. Until she comes back. Six years later, Asa returns to East Baye richer, colder, and impossible to ignore. Now a famous painter with haunting eyes and an even more haunting smile, she quietly slips back into the lives of the people who ruined her and starts ruining them right back. There's always something - a collapsing marriage here, destroyed reputations there, leaked secrets, public scandals, and emotional affairs that absolutely should not be happening. And somehow, Asa is always standing nearby when everything falls apart. But the strangest part isn't that Asa El Berardi came back from the dead. It's that sometimes... she doesn't seem like Asa at all.

make your life worthwhile

Hello, my name is Angel.....and this is my story.

Short Story. She left his life after being the center of it for so long. Now Lewis must learn to love again.

About a girl who is so done with life and the stress that is involved in it. segment of the book: You're not good enough, you're not good enough, you're not good enough. The words circled in my brain, repeating themselves as if I didn't already know. The familiar bell rang, signaling that it was time to go home. The noises grew like wind before a tsunami. It was finally the weekend. The stress and pain was only over for a few days. My heavy bag slumped as I walked through the hallways. I always kept my head down, that way no one talked to me or even noticed me and I liked it to stay that way. I hope you enjoy the read :) please add commentary😌✋