Nomorescars Stories

Pia was too much of a homophobe, so a lesbian took it upon herself to teach him how to be gay.

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles... but nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn't supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he's blowing it away like it's nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? - Available to buy now - COMPLETE PLEASE DON'T EDIT - I GOT IT Highest Ranking in General Fiction: # 283

No matter how much she doesn't want to admit it, Vanessa Dawson is still having a hard time accepting the tragedy that has been weighing her down for the past few years. The painful wounds and haunting memories inflicted upon her are still fresh and have not yet completely healed; and as indifferent and heartless she makes out to be, the cracks in her mask are slowly beginning to reveal her broken soul, piece by piece. [ book one of the pieces series ] [ beautiful cover by @XantheRowds ]

"Winter is brutal." My first teardrop froze into a snowflake. Self - Written Ten Word Stories. #393 in Short Story as of 14/12/15 Note: All the stickers on the cover hold reference in 'some' of the parts of this book. © 2015 | WiggleMeHigh

Social Slave was #322 in the Poetry hotliston 18/07/2017. Thank you to everyone for the support. And keep supporting the book for #wattys2018 Social Slave was #294 on 21/07/2017 in the Poetry hotlist. Thank you to everyone, especially @Sibra_ and @steviethewonder_ for the support. And keep supporting the book for #Wattys2018 ****************** Social Slave: A person kneeling to the society metaphorically. **************************************************************** All Rights Reserved. This book is not to be plagiarised.

Happy July everyone!! I know for some this means sparks and fireworks especially for all those Cancer/Leo children around. Happy birthday to all!! But in tune with celebrating life and all that it has to offer we would like to take this month to talk about suicide awareness and self harm. Self harm has been an issue that is either whispered in hallways or romanticized in media so much so that its often portrayed as art, beauty. But pain isn't beauty and neither is suffering and this month we take an in-depth look into what it really means to live with scars. We also join forces with @no_suicide for our monthly competition as well as lots of interesting interviews from our Wattpad campaigns where they share their stories with us and what drove them to start their campaigns. From all of us at TheSafeZone remember you are never alone and your life has a purpose! Link to the petition: https://www.change.org/p/roman-prezioso-west-virginia-education-budget?recruiter=486806834&utm_source=petitions_show_components_action_panel_wrapper&utm_medium=copylink Warning: Due to this issue's sensitive topic, the magazine may seem a little biased to not give the wrong message. We definitely do not condone the use of self-harm as a coping mechanism or suicide as a way out. If an article is heavily opinionated, we put a warning. Thank you for reading!

Everyone knows the story of Cinderella. All about the glass slippers and happy ever after where Cinderella didn't have to ask one question: when going against bipolar disorder and ADHD can love really win? But Aurora Winters does. Beautiful cover made by theworddealer

After midnight, they all run. After midnight, only one gets picked. After midnight, the slumber man will come. After midnight, the slumber man will murder. After midnight, I will murder the slumber man. A wrongfully convicted psychopath, this is my story of how I escaped the slumber man and his asylum. "After midnight, I will be free." [Book 1 of the After Midnight Duology] [Horror | Thriller | Short Story]

After starting over in a new town, Emily gets assigned a pen pal. It's a simple exchange of letters, but Emily is afraid to reveal her past to anyone in this town. The letters lead to an adventure, full of pranks and punches, not to mention Emily accepting her past and who she is

What the #nomorescars movement is and how you can help it grow

a collection of short stories [contests] where i participate in contests [challenges] where i participate in challenges

Irrevocably damaged 17 year old Henry Cunningham is convinced his life is so far beyond salvageable that he's on the verge of non existence, when he's about to defy gravity. But hope intervenes in the form of an equally broken teenage girl. They were both just lost wrist cutters searching for their purpose in this world; drunk in the idea that love could heal them. And maybe, just maybe they might be right. Join them on their journey as they maneuver through this complicated, unfair series of events that we call life.

"You never know what you have until you lose it..." "Giving up destroys you." :c: ||Alysha was on the brink of destruction; she was about to explode. What she wanted was to leave the shrapnel behind; leaving scars for those that broke her heart, that drove her insane. Elyes tried his best to make sure that she understood that he wanted her in his life, in his future. But she didn't believe him. And she did the one thing that he hated... She gave up.||

Because six is just enough. An entire story can be described in six words: "It didn't go as I planned." Copyright © // bubiska 2016 Highest Ranking in Poetry: #6 on 24th December 2016

Not all mistakes are redone. Not all letters are love letters. Not all memories are good. Goodbye; are not forever, Not the end, They simply means, I'll miss you till we meet again.

My whole body paining like hell. I crawled weekly towards the wall and rested my back on it. My breathing unsteady, the marks on my body giving me the pain, the same pain which I am getting I don't remember from when. Tears, I think now I am short of them. With difficulty, I crawled towards the side table to drink the water, my throat burning ,tongue dry. I grabbed the jug with my shaking hands fear raising in my innerself. What if the jug fell down? I drank from it, getting the taste of my blood from my busted lips. Full of grammatical mistakes.

Your personal #nomorescars stories

TBPA summer edition gold medalist 2016. Alistair Flynn is a walking anxiety attack/accident waiting to happen. Ridden by nightmares and peer pressure of being the jock of the block, his life takes a confusing turn when a hazel-eyed boy invites himself in with no invitation. Having his nails manicured and dancing to Troye Sivan isn't the only thing confusing him anymore. The boy is the only one able to tame the beast inside Alistair's head.