Trembling Stories

Maci came from a wealthy home. But don't let her happy appearance fool you. Her father is very abusive and Maci is wonderful at makeup. Will one tragic event after a concert (that was caused by her father) change her life forever? Will she survive in the hellish house hold or will a beautiful young boy who was at the incident take her in? Will he change her and make her forget her past and make her feel loved?

Free write poem

This is a story of a traveler told in stanza's and rhyme. Take what you can and leave the rest. This poem has different levels of meaning, some are metaphorical and some fantastical. Comment and vote if you liked it.

Thoughts written at my most emotional and thoughtful times. They're just words.

Beyond trembling eyes By james a. galgano Within the eyes of trembling ghosts, which haunt forever still. Our mere will is left daunting upon romances clinging vine Where blossoms spring eternal often diurnal Disappearing within one wink of bloodshot eye without will To carry on into tomorrow's foreboding there we reminisce Perchance to dream or better yet taste such loving lips divine. There eternal passion is secure within longing embrace, which thrills Every gaze and twinkling like stars above lost yet found within eyes. Forever amazed even half crazed by mere thought this could ever be true. That within the binding spirit of your trembling eyes the spirit of love pursues. Elusive dream beyond heaven's gate where your love and legs open wide. And if by chance dreams come true your loving passion will be an endless ride

"LOVE"-just a four-letter word, but full of self-inflicted pain. Everyone needs love, whether it's from their parents, relationships, friends, or others. Saying 'I Love You' is easy, but taking on the responsibilities that come with loving someone is much harder. Being in love isn't simple; it's not just about loving each other and that's it. Love comes with consequences. Those consequences can mess you up, break you, fuck you or even force you apart from your partner. Only about 2% of people manage to face these challenges together with their partners. This is one such love story. They like each other, they're obsessed and deeply attached to each other, but their lives got fucked up because of those consequences.

I am someone lost in the shells of me, hoping to failed myself. I've been silenced by silence, afraid of darkness and God lost in my hallucinations.

Elise Falk is your typical housewife. She cooks, cleans, and tends to the many necessities of her home. A smile is always plastered onto her face, and to the outside world she is merely the beautiful wife of businessman David Falk. Behind closed doors, however, this seemingly perfect couple is far from flawless. Within David is a darkness that has swelled during his marriage to Elise. Almost daily, Elise is forced to deal with David's other side--a side that has repeatedly brought her pain and injury. The secret has been well kept up until now, but when a terrible incident occurs Elise is forced to explain. Tables turn quickly, as Elise becomes the suspect of her own husband's murder. Joining forces with her arrogant lawyer, Elise battles for her freedom, while coping with the many horrid events that are repeatedly thrown her way.

It's a invitation for you when you feel weak but have to continue A station for your soul waits you A place to rest, cry , hide Enjoy your stay! I hope you accept my genuine request to share feelings.

"dylilah stanley" struggles with many knee-buckling experiences including a pre-murdered man but When a sinister little girls secrets start to unravel so does everything around her and "dylilah" soon finds out a secret that will shader her entire world realizing none of it was real and neither was 'dylilah' later on a character knowns as "danny-bell" realizing what is truly happening.

Rain

So. I'm going to attempt to try Whumptober. I'm probably going to combine some prompts; I don't think I can finish 31 whole different chapters. This book will be entirely based on Marvel stuff, mostly Irondad and Spiderson centric. Loads of angst, whump, and angsty fluff coming your way.

"Help me, I... I'm being haunted by my boyfriend..." She came to me, frightened. Her wide eyes showed fear, confusion and sadness. But, what did she mean about her boyfriend haunting her? A few scratches were visible on her neck, they didn't seem serious, but it was as if someone had chocked her, or tried to. "He... He came back... And he's supposed to be... dead" Is this for real?

You might fell some goosebumps down your spine for this poem.