Projectexpressyou Stories

One dream. One promise. One choice. Promises are meant to be kept, right? Ever since Skylar Davidson was young, she aspired to be a singer, just like her mother. "Lose your dreams, lose your mind" is her motto that she follows religiously. Although this is so, obstacles have been a daily occurrence in her life. No matter what, this has never stopped her. Never will she give up her ambitions because of what life throws at her. Skylar fights to achieve her ambition, despite the consequences this may have. One fateful day may change just this. Will she jeopardize a relationship for a promise she makes that day, or will she sacrifice her dreams to keep exactly that? A/n: I am not continuing this book. It is only still up for me to look back on my writing progress.

I am followed, looked over, watched by fear. Fear isn't the thing inside of you. The sooner you figure that out the better. People say you will get over your fear. How? People say face your fear. I can't. I don't know where fear is but I know that he knows where I am. A watchful eye, something to look after me. You may find fear as your guardian angel. Fear is always with you but never around you. You are always afraid of your fear as you know too that he is a person and not just a 'thing'. You may have realised by now that even if you 'overcome' fear it returns in anyway possible. You can't get rid of it. Many just push fear to the side well that isn't what you are about to read... --------------------------------------------------- hi there. This is a different book to what i normally write. Hope you enjoy it!! Thanks for reading.

I jumped down from the stage after an exhausting but thrilling concert. "Girls, we finally did it." They looked at me expectantly, waiting for more. "What exactly did we do?" I turned to Sofía. I played a chord on my guitar and smiled. "We're out there." They looked at me confused, yet understanding at the same time. "We've finally been heard." My smile grew wider. "We've finally been heard." I started to laugh and I could feel my eyes watering. "No Aria." I looked up. "You've been heard." They were now gathered around me and smiling. I sat there and let their words surround me. We've been heard. I've been heard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Aria starts her first world tour she decides to tell her story. Beginning with her junior year as a troublemaker. Telling how she always got in trouble and decided to spend more time on music. When they get the idea to form a band, they jump at the chance. As always with Aria and her friends, trouble and fun follows. This is the true story of their band and how to form one. This is one recipe that can't be cooked. This is How To Make A Girl Band

"The only way I can live any more, is to find a way to be happy. The problem is, is that I can't be happy anymore. The only people who love me are gone or far away. I was chosen to die, and if that's the way it is, I will die with love in my heart. I don't care if I have dozens of people hating me, I have myself to listen to."

~Random Updates~ ~Draft 1~ ~A Pokémon Fanfiction~ ~Hoenn Region~ " 'So that's why you are interested in the White Stone. If you join us, we will lead you right to it,' " ~Memories: A Pokémon Fanfic ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am a Pokémon Breeder. I lost my dear Blaziken during an escape, my childhood friend. I find out about a stone of myth that is said to bring back the memories of someone dear to you if your heart is pure. The White Stone. I set out on a journey across Hoenn in search of this stone with my Pokémon in hopes to bring back our lost friend, lost in our memories of the past. Regret fills my heart as I fight against my own emotions to purify my soul, to be accepted by the stone of myth, the White Stone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Original Start Date: 7 July 2016 Publication Date on Wattpad: 7 July 2016 Completion Date: ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The following is of my own work. This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the creator, only as conversation or comments. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincident. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------------------------------------------------------- Copyright © 2016-2018 by qstarfire. All rights reserved. -------------------------------------------------------

Anna has always been afraid of the monster under her bed. She never goes to bed late at night, and she NEVER leaves the bed once she's in it. Her parents always try to encourage her to stay up, but Anna never gives in. In the morning, she always jumps off her bed, scared that the monster will grab her foot, and drag her under. She knows it's there. She hasn't told anyone, and she hasn't ever dared to look under the bed. Not even a peek. One night, she hears a voice...from beneath the bed... The eccentric creator of this story, ZestyWordsmith

I am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20/16) Vote if you enjoy my poems, Follow if you'd like to receive updates on my poetry and my upcoming novel, And please let me know what you think in the comments. :) ~~~~~~~~~~ 50 of my [better] poems. Copyright 2015-16, all rights reserved. This is my work; my poetry, and mine alone. Plagiarism is a crime. Don't be a criminal. And have a lovely day. :) ~~~~~~~~~~ Note: I do not own the copyright to any of the pictures I use in this compilation, including the cover picture, nor do I claim any credit for said pictures. My inclusion of them is a result of inspired google searches, and full credit goes to their respective owners.

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.

There was a girl, outgoing, extremely nice, polite, beautiful and smart. She possessed all the characteristics everyone wanted to have. There was a boy, nerdy, socially awkward, top of all his classes, tall, lean and some would say handsome. But he just wanted to go by unnoticed. What happens when the two cross paths? Will there be love... Or hate?

"She thinks we shouldn't have gotten involved in this." "Maybe she was right." Luna is normal. That she knows with absolute certainly. So why, after her school is viciously attacked by some unknown supernatural force, is she thrust into a world that is anything but normal? A madman is after her, and with the help of the strange Belfiore siblings, Luna is determined to find out why. But even if she can figure out the mystery before it's too late, she may not like what it uncovers.

'our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry. women of colour - rupi kaur' The harsher way at looking at what its like to be woman of colour, not just in 21st century western society but all around the world. #WomenOfColour #ProjectWomanUp #TalkThePOC

~Draft 2~ ~Draft 1: Editing Complete~ ~Spoilers for Books 1 & 2~ ~A Fire Emblem Fanfic~ The Dark Magician Girl Book 3 Altered Ending - The Boys' Ending " 'We have come from the future,' He says to me, his gaze not leaving mine as something flashes in his eyes. 'To prevent you from leaving us,' " ~The Dark Magician Girl: Two Brothers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Contains Fire Emblem Characters and my OCs in a Fire Emblem World~ It has been 1 year since this 26-year-old has had that experience at my birth planet, Darphor. Since then, I have become an official second in command leader of the Greil Mercenaries as a Dark Sorceress class. I have developed a more intense, sassy and feisty attitude as I have learned what it is like to be a mercenary. Don't get me wrong, I do not dislike it. Didn't expect a Princess to become a mercenary? Don't worry, me either. I married one. One day, the mercenaries are approached by two young boys, the older one is a mage and the younger one is a swordsman with a silver blade, brothers, and asked to join us. Ike and Papa accept them into the company. Something is different about these boys. They interest, upset, anger, concern and confuse me as I learn more about who they are. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Original Start Date: 28 January 2016 Publication Date on Wattpad: 26 March 2016 Completion Date: 12 September 2016 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The following is of my own work. This book may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the creator, only as conversation or comments. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincident. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------------------------------------------------------- Copyright © 2016-2017 by qstarfire. All rights reserved. -------------------------------------------------------

Peering down the alley, I wondered if it would be smart to take. I mean it was eleven o'clock at night, anything could happen. My house was definitely a block away from the other side of the alley instead of five miles around. I usually took it, but it's way darker than what it usually is. Deciding to run the mile down, I took off through. Almost expecting it to turn out this way. Someone had caught me, and thrown me to a wall. A gasp escaped my lips as I desperately tried to sit up while holding the back of my head. "What a tasty snack. Do I have the privilege of knowing my victim's name?" The guy asked me. ~|~The Rest of this you can ignore~|~ Other information: REVISED COMING SOON- Date may never happen STARTED: July 10, 2016. 5:30pm (Eastern time) ENDED: July 10, 2016 10:00pm (Eastern time) Cover by: an Army Geek (me)

Clyde Braldthorne, Hayden Calloway, Harold Quintell, and Asriel Franthe had almost nothing in common. At least, not until they were all brought into a new world by a woman named Melissa Willowood, who calls herself a "Dimension Jumper". After that, the four of them became the unlikeliest of teams, working together to overcome obstacles and keep dimensional timelines on track. But what happens when the stress of all of this starts to shake the strained partnership between them? Can they overcome this, or will the dimensional walls they've worked so hard to keep safe come tumbling down?

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

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After all the pain she has been through she finally finds love in an unexpected place. After the pain she has been through she just wants a carefree love. The flashing lights blind her. The lies blind him. From different worlds they come from but he isn't what she thinks he is. When will she learn though that love hurts......

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.

"Where words fail to speak, It takes form of a writing, Writing, a struggle against silence, And its in poetry, It's the most beautiful thing that can ever happen." I never imagined that I could write so much until I found myself alone in my room with a pen in my hand and a blank sheet of paper in front of me. I never had any idea about my mind which stored so many thoughts that they tangled among themselves, waiting to be freed, waiting to get unraveled, waiting to be penned down on a paper. I am not a poet, I am just an ordinary girl, with a mind full of things I am unable to express in speech, Therefore I let my pen speak for me. I hope you will like this poetry compilation "Unraveled Thoughts" Thank you for reading, voting and commenting on the poems. I am really happy to have readers and supporters like you. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic and mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author. ©Miss_Lost_Soul