Projectbreakfree Stories

REVISED EDITION My head throbbed and I wrung my hands, chewing my food really fast. My head was swarming with thoughts, out to destroy. Trust no one.

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

We are losing ourselves - our humanity - in today's world as we chase after our individual dreams and fight through the challenges life throws our way. The idea of 'we' is lost to many and crowded by greed, lies and whatnot. Everyone is out there for himself or herself and at the end of the day, it is what they will get that matters most to them. They will do all they will have to do to get what they want regardless of who they take down along the way. That is morbid! Love is dead! Humanity is lost! But it isn't too late. We can always go back and pick up what we lost. This is just a wakeup call. Let us be each other's keeper, keep love and hope alive! Boakye D. Alpha Author Ghana, West Africa.

Each night when I lay down In my bed With my eyes open wide I think about life And the thoughts Which are bottled up Inside me Are slowly drowning me Finally, I had some courage To share my thoughts With the World Comment, vote and share. Enjoy and Happy reading.

She's drowning, slowly in a tank, in her own emotions. And she can't get out. And will anyone ever save her? [Cover by brokenpencil21]

Some words go unspoken. Some people get unnoticed. Some stories are left incomplete. Some things were never meant to be. It was you and only you, But now I decide to move on. Sequel of "TEN WORD STORY"

You don't want to understand Even if I try to explain So I let my words out To let the world hear it I have come from The place which Was once called home ************************** Nexus Easter Nominations #1st place

❝you don't really care if it hurts a lot.❞ where two lost souls collide . a kim taehyung shortstory © solastae 2018 . (highest ranking in shortstory #202) ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Book 1 DRAWING FOR THE COVER ISN'T MINE AND CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER

Heartbreaks are like small cracks On the surface of the heart Which is deep yet, Still, keep your heart From tearing apart

Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? ~ All poems are mine and belong to me unless stated otherwise. Some of these poems may discuss political l issues, issues of domestic violence, depression, stereotypes that annoy me to no end, things about the sky and how trippy it looks sometimes (fine that was just one poem), and miscellaneous things that come to my mind. Highest Ranks: May 4, 2016: #357 in Poetry Cover Credit: the lovely @RheaDay97

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. ~William Wordsworth ▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫ lachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ A collection of poems - poems that appeal to the Reader's inner emotions using vivid but intricate images that leaves the reader in thoughts after every read. However, the themes explored are ones the reader will find themselves relating with and identifying themselves with. Discover the rich use of images in each poem along the way. ©Alphawrites 2018

Being skinny isn't all that important to fifteen-year-old Rosamund Parker. Even though she's surrounded by a horde of Barbie doll lookalikes, she's happy with who she is. With her best friend, Sage, by her side, she's perfectly content. But when Sage abruptly exits her life, it's all too easy to let the whispers destroy the fleeting self-confidence Rosie has put up over the years. If everyone thinks badly of you, are you really worth anything? Or are you just a series of stretch marks, and nothing more? Cover made by @Nau2014 highest rank-- Poetry: #351 - 07/25/16 © Makenna Collette (@mack-collette) 2016 All Rights Reserved

'An unfulfilled love story.' They exist in this very minute as we read it.

Infinity of Love. Not as deep as the ocean but as deep as a knife could pierce through your heart. * A Wattpad romance competition hosted by @Romance for the #loveshot

"Miss Believer is what they call me, if only they respected my truth." Since I was a young girl, I knew I was a boy. But no one respects me enough to care, no one even respects me to tell me my full name. But don't worry, I know to an extent I am loved. For no one is as well known in this place as Miss Believer.

One little girl, kidnapped at the age of five. Zinnia. One angel, drifting away from the promised land. Peregrine. - The Writers Awards 2017 winner for Mystery/Thriller's Best Storyline - Zinnia was only five when the men came for her. She was a few hours older when the nightmares attacked. But there's something more to this constant slumber, something that will soon reside inside of her, and it's something only she can exorcize. Peregrine controls her nightmares, this angel, and he's taken a liking to manifesting fear and being in control. But when he learns of her prediciment, his emotions attatch to her and he is sent to find and save her. But there's something sinister controlling her now... Will Zinnia find strength and save herself, her eternity, and, possibly, the others that are like her? Or will she turn her back and crumble beneath the weight of evil residing inside her brain? Can Peregrine, the Nightmare Dreamweaver, save her from the road she unwittingly tumbles down each day, or will she be fuel to the eternal fire burning beneath her feet? ᵇᵘ'ˡᵈ'ⁿᵍ ᵐºⁿˢᵗᵉʳˢ - cºᵖʸʳ'ᵍʰᵗ ᵏ. ʷᵉ'ᵏᵉˡ MADE IT TO ROUND 3 IN THE WRITERS OLYMPICS! Yay!!

"Welcome to BADLANDS Ashley. You'll be in Room 93."

❝I'll be alright ❞ He fell for a heart that beats so slow. a jeon jungkook shortstory © solastae 2018 ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Book 3 DRAWING FOR THE COVER ISN'T MINE AND CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER

''People usually wonder what's wrong with me because I, unlike them, see humans instead of labels''

where a girl calls a bookstore to place a hold but accidentally calls a boy that hates books All Rights Reserved©GloriaSimon|2016