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WATQ STORY OF THE YEAR 2016 WINNER In which she writes her parting letters to the people who meant the most to her, yet nothing at all when it came down to the epilogue of her heartbeat. » extended summary inside » #9 in Short Story » promoted by @hepburnettes & @colourlessness

This is a campaign I am starting to help raise awareness of the struggles people face. Although our troubles may not all be the same, we all have them. Some things may be more or less difficult, harmful, or unsettling than others, but in the end it all matters. "Dear Bullies, You know the boy you pushed over earlier? Committed suicide last night. The girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The boy you teased for crying? His mom died. The man you made fun of for his scars? He fought for our country. The man you stole the little leather pouch off? He was homeless. And everyone else you've been mean to? You either hurt them really bad or ruined they're life. Post this on your profile if your against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but if you are that 1% with time and heart, then show it." -Unknown (I'm not sure who started this but I got it from geminiwolf) Dear Bullies That boy you made fun of today in class today? He killed himself a few minutes ago. That girl you called dumb? She has dyslexia. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. That women you called bald? She has cancer. That kid you called bald? He has cancer too. That man you laughed at for having scars on his face? He fought for our country. That boy you punched in the hallway today? He's already being abused at home. That child you called retarded for being in a wheelchair? He risked his life to save a four year old. That boy you laughed at for crying? His mother died in the hospital. You think you know them? Wrong. You don't. 97% you will ignore this, the 3% who don't, copy and paste this if you have a heart So I ask you please whatever it is ShareYourStory

PREVIOUSLY A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY: HIDDEN GEMS - The squeal of tires trying to avoid the accident. A crash as the windshield shattered. A scream of horror from the right and back. The thumping of two hearts instead of three. Every night for three months, at 12:01 Addison is held captive by her own mind, hoping for an escape of fear. That is, until she meets the boy next door Daniel, and realizes that sometimes, you don't have to go through your struggles alone. © averysummers 2018 graphic by @witchoria featured in the wattpad block party winter edition iv featured by young adult, chicklit, & mystery

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 ]

After a supposed accident that killed both her parents, a newborn Kayla Hampton is left an orphan. However, she was far from being safe at the orphanage. She is now a junior in high school and It's almost Christmas, a time for miracles. She is about to discover new things about herself. What will she do when her life becomes even more bizarre after meeting Tyson and Javelin, two of the most attractive guys in the school? Because not only will they save her from detention but something much bigger.

Winners of any #nomorescars contests, writing and graphic design.

Nobody cares if you're hanging by a thread or trudging through life completely bruised and swollen. Nobody is going to stand by your side when the first devastating wave of a tsuanmi hits. Everybody staring in fascination at the beauty of destruction. They are awe-struck or they are caught up in their own delusional lives. They come after its over, when only broken fragments and missing pieces are left. You cant ever fully repair what has passed to the beyond because trust is an a major social issue no one talks about. You either a hollow sociopath or a sunken skeleton with disorders so who's going to take you in? Your blessed life has collapsed into the oblivion and the new one sprang straight up from the fiery pits of hell. You can't differentiate between reality and your dreams because both re equally bad if not slightly worse. You are waging a mental battle against an opponent you created. And in it all, you are surely ready to be institutionalized. Where everything is a fabrication. Every whisper a painful lie. Every sight a distortion. And every friendship a psychotic one. Can yousee beyond a real nightmare infested with hallucinations? Can you survive the pull and safety the drugs offer? Can you embrace the adventure of life and come out unscatted? -------------- ABYSS Asylum is built for the specially gifted and is home to some of the most dangerous beings to walk this world. Because imagination and creativity is the key to disaster. But it understands the indestructible and helps them to rise to the occasion. Contact us for more information WARNING: DARK HUMOR

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]

Featured in list STYGIAN SKIES on @wp_poetry//My second poetry book //Because what we do, who we are, however great and kind one can be, people can forget. mortal things only stay for a while in this world... but words are Timeless.//----- {current poem count: 16}

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!

Sequel to Letters to Life: Letters written to a lost life A collection of prose and poetry Highest ranking #7 in poetry

Follows the real life situations of a struggling artist who suffers from Bipolar (Manic Depressive) Disorder, as she traverses the confusion of being in her 20s, learning to be an independent adult, and trying to follow her passions. Highest Ranking: #229 Non-Fiction This book is in support of: @freementalillness, @nomorescars, @projectbeyoutiful, @projectevangeline, @projectyou, @revealhiddenscars and @stopmentalhealthstigma.

Dear Life, Long time, no see... Letters written to a lost life Highest ranking #1 in poetry on 28-5-'18 Sequel - Letters to Life: Letters written to a loved life First place winner in The Butterfly Fly Away awards First place winner in The Golden Star Awards Second place winner in Book Review Center's Summer awards

Be Happy, they said Be Safe, they said Be Mindful, they said Be So Many Other Things, they said But Not Once Did they say Be Kind

"Really perfection is only just impossibility." ~~~~ Sometimes I'm happy to be alone. Glad even that I'm able to enjoy me-time in peace. Other times I feel so lonely that I can't breathe without enduring the empty pain in my heart, yearning for another to embrace me, to inhale the scent of his cologne, and for it to lull me into the comfort of tranquility. I yearn for the reassuring warmth of his hug provided by his body heat. I yearn to find he who helps me up when I get beaten down, who fights my demons with me, who pushes me into situations that I fear. Someone who understands, who is always there, who makes me happy again. He who soothes me through his presence only, who laughs with me and at my lame jokes. I long to find the one that can bring me immense joy and I him. He is the person that I doubt I'm able to find. Trigger Warning! 24. 05. 2018 - #4 in #anxietydisorder 30. 05. 2018 - #25 in freementalillness 20. 08. 2020 - #1 in #Jugendliteratur

state of being hope·less I saw yellow in the shadow of doubt. A glimpse of the sun? No, I saw you. I Made A Wish. You Made It Come True. The darker the sky; the brighter the mind. ;

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.

"A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." -Kurt Vonnegut "she wasn't living" She truly believed that she had found the meaning of life. Or rather, the meaning of her life. "there never was anything in her" For her, she wanted to spend the rest of her life for the ones she loved, she wanted every breath she took to be repaid tenfold to those who she held close to her heart, she wanted every accomplishment, every award, every emotion, every single drop of her existence to be meant for those who had her wrapped around their little pinky fingers. "i look dead because i am dead" To the point where she would kill herself because they told her too. "bleed some color into this otherwise achromatic hellhole" And now, she has been given something that not everyone can proudly boast. "she doesn't know if she loves anyone or anything anymore" A second chance. "burn everything down to ash, to lower than ash" ______________________________ Book 1 in the "enlightenment" series. Sight. Follow this link to get to Book 2: https://www.wattpad.com/story/70565180-these-voices-in-my-head I've been so angsty lately. Please do enjoy. Starts off slowly but gradually picks up pace and gravity. Read a few chapters before deciding to stop and take this book out of your library. All grammatical errors and structural differentiations are indeed stylistic choices and do not require comments that point out every little mistake. WARNING: and I mean this, this book is dark and contains dark themes, as does the rest of this series. If you can't deal with the harsh reality that is immorality, don't read. #BreakStereotypes #FreeMentalIllness #NoMoreScars #ProjectSemicolon #StopThePain #UnlikeMovies #SALT #SaveALife ©2016, NevermoreNeverHere (Cover made by me. Pic not mine. Sorry for bad quality, but all subtitles are in quotes in summary, so enjoy)

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