Projectbreakfree Stories

Alaska Brown places a bet with her friends. It's all about dating the first guy who enters their all time favorite coffee shop, and make him fall for her in twenty days. What she doesn't know is that the school's geek-iest person happens to burst into the coffee shop, running after a dog, before anyone else does and she's gotta do what's she's gotta do. David Leon doesn't know anything about the silly bet Alaska placed and falls for her carelessly. The point is, she's reckless and stupid. She doesn't realize she needs the guy in her life, to her he's the brother she's never had and to him, Alaska means the world. Alaska forms a plan that only her friends know about and right there, he's gone.

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

"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"

[UNDER RECONSTRUCTION] "Okay, so." I shrugged. "Now what?" This time, Angel did a facepalm. × Every newborn children were each assigned with two Guides; a Guardian and a Nightmare. Both meant to look after the child, to guide them as they grow into their lives, then eventually wither away. There were simple rules, really; a Nightmare must not crossed the line of haunting nor ever kill their assigned Guardian, and a Guardian must not, ever, went against a child's beliefs nor ever kill their assigned Nightmare. Ashleigh, as unaware as the rest of the children, had a pair of the oddest Guides amongst others. A passive Guardian with a horrible grief buried deep in his core, and the strongest Nightmare with an obsession towards mint ice-creams. When Ashleigh suddenly went missing on Sunday afternoon with no tracks and things went horribly awry in her household, the two Guides, whether they liked it or not, must team up together to save their child. Even when it meant being hunted down as fugitives, breaking work protocols, interrupting lucid dreams, or even getting sidetracked by ice-creams. Though, that was mostly the Nightmare's fault. × ps : this book is a mess okok go o d original story © greenleaf 1st person pov. narrated by the nightmare, which would guarantee you both horrible puns and beautiful--maybe weird--otherworldly words and also weird poem montages about ice-creams. (i still have no regrets)

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

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!!

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"

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

❝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

Ever doubted the word love? Or thought of it as a mere word with no significance whatsoever in life. Ernestine always was a curious child to start with and had this question popping up every time she sees a couple happy or angry. Being an only child and not having the best role model of parents does make one question this, doesn't it? But what she didn't expect is a guy to come knocking her world upside down, literally, and cause a whole train wreck of emotions. Join Ernestine in her journey to find what is felt to be loved and be in love. Because love is a sneaky little thing that will either bring joy or harsh truths to be blurted out All Rights Reserved to muah : C0l0rful_RaInb0wz

"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.

'Please don't be in love with someone else'

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

☆ Highest achieved #560 in poetry ☆ ☆ #285 in philosophy ☆ "We love to wander in hopes of having our inner chaos be let known to the world." *Poems fall under the following categories* Emotive Cocktails Night Skies Unspoken Bilayers Violet Violence

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

She is like a sunlight to my dark days She is like a laugher to my sad days She is like a solution to my every problem These are some pieces of me where she belongs to me.

These voices Inside my head Keep screaming Even though I try to block Them away Tells me the Story of the Past Which I try To forget SERIES #1- Voices #2- You ruined her #3- So the faith will weep

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

"I saw that little electricity in them that the camera gave out. She was darkness, she did not become darkness and she did not embrace darkness. She is darkness. She was always darkness and I fell in love with her, I fell in love with her darkness."

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.