Projectbreakfree Stories

Everybody has a quote that can describe a situation in their life. Rankings: > #68 in poetry

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

❝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

Stop holding into them So tightly that it might Break you from inside Lose your strings One by one It may be painful But it would Better than being pulled Towards them When you know They're never gonna Look back ********************** MERAKI {Greek} (v.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work.

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

Now is everything and nothing at all. We suffer in silence when we should be speaking. Speaking not only for ourselves, but for everyone around us as well. - note: all different stories with different illnesses on hold

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

"If the cold doesn't kill you, the wolves will." NOT A WEREWOLF STORY Book 1 of 2. In which an 18-year-old girl flees to Alaska to escape being accused of murder & to uncover what happened to her uncle. Involves two gentle giants. Completed. :) Featured on Wattpad's TeenFiction "Head Over Heels" reading list! MORE INFORMATION INSIDE.

What is Project BreakingFree? #BreakingFree #BreakAllChains

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

"A song yet Unsung" is a collection of poems. Poems about life, love, broken heart and the struggles of life. The author has combined together a life force that gives his readers inspiration. ©Alphawrites -Achievements- ⚪3rd runner up in African writers Awards ⚪Added to @WP_Poetry Reading list ⚪Added to @projectbreakfree Reading list -Rank- #552 in poetry [January 11,2018] #635 in poetry [January 9, 2018] #832 in poetry [January 1,2018] #921 in Poetry [December 29,2017] ▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫ The beautiful cover by @Gemhali

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!!

Also Available On Inkitt "Can I ask you something?" She asked softly. "Sure," he smiled. She looked up at him. "Why did you want to be my friend? I mean, there were so many people to choose from. Why me? I'm not even worth it." "You looked so lonely. So sad, so hidden. You looked like you were so used to being silent. But I knew there was more to it than what meets the eye. I wanted to decode the mystery." He looked deep into her eyes. "So what do you want?" She held his gaze, even though she hated eye contact. He smiled softly and sang, "All I wanna be, all I ever wanna be, is somebody to you." ________________________________________________ Darkness and shadows were all she ever saw. She lived in silence, her whole world a monochromatic display that only she could see. Her red rimmed glasses only made clearer her strife and the elastic band on her left wrist reminded her of her long lived sorrow. She hid from the world, going unnoticed by everyone, slowly crumbling to dust on her own. That was all until one faithful day when someone did the unthinkable and decided that she was worth noticing. She was the girl in the grey hoodie. And he was someone who cared. Take your mind on a journey of two unique souls, sprinkle in a little friendship, a teaspoon of tears, a spoon of laughter and fun and maybe a pinch of violence and love with a hint of secrets. And while you wait for that delicious cake to bake, a good sing along won't hurt. Theme song for the book: Don't Change -- Why Don't We ~***~ Book started: 7/04/2018 Book ended: 29/12/2018 Highest Rankings: #1 in Projectbreakfree #5 in ADHD #3 in StopMentalHealthStigma #4 in Nottalkedabout #13 in FreeMentalIllness

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

"I fell in love with you and you never noticed." Ten word story from his point of view.

"Within her raged a Restless Ocean." Oh, how beguiled she was to believe in her completion, to have conviction she was whole on her own, her tideless, clement oceans blinding. He was the ripple she felt as a vortex in her watery encapsulation.

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

"We're like dead leaves on a tree. Already dead, yet pretending to be alive so the living won't be lonely." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Liv Marshall used to love socializing. She had a naturally loud voice and laugh, and she always felt awkward when she was with someone and there was silence. However, all this after her ex-best friend, Vera Ahn, commits suicide. Ever since then, she stopped laughing, stopped smiling, stopped speaking. Her parents did their best to sympathize, but the sympathy turned to concern after a razor was found in Liv's hands, and they decided to send her to Auxilius, the best care center in New York. It's been three months since Connor Walsh was raped, and two months since his parents sent him to Auxilius so no one found out what had happened. The fact that he developed a fear of people, more specifically, a fear of high school females, doesn't help his case, either. Liv went to Auxilius not knowing what to expect. Connor went to Auxilius, expecting to die in there. Neither of them expected to find the one person who might free each other from the prison they're in, both physically and mentally. ~~~~~~~~~ -THIRD PLACE IN THE GOLDEN STARS AWARDS -SECOND PLACE IN "SUPREME WATTPADERS AWARDS" -FIRST PLACE IN "MOONLIGHT AWARDS"

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.

"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.