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

❝everything is gray under these skies❞. she held the water in her hands, slowly a drop escaped through her fingertips only to be covered by another set of hands . a kim seokjin shortstory © solastae 2018 (highest ranking in shortstory #225) ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Book 2 DRAWING FOR THE COVER ISN'T MINE AND CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER

| BASED ON THE SONG BY ED SHEERAN AND MIKILL PANE | On her thirteenth birthday, Tanya Birkins receives a card. The card brings opportunity and a chance at a spectacular summer vacation. But what happens when everything isn't as good as it seems, when eye thing changes as soon as it's time go? Follow the life of a young, little lady as she tries to overcome her restraints. This story is glued to the Break Free Project, where stories raise awareness for the horrors going on around us. Read this story with caution as it contains graphic content. Prepare to read accounts of violence and sexual depictions.

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles... but nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn't supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he's blowing it away like it's nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? - Available to buy now - COMPLETE PLEASE DON'T EDIT - I GOT IT Highest Ranking in General Fiction: # 283

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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

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.

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"

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a series of one-shots celebrating individuality and acknowledging special needs. Copyright © 2018 Just_Jae

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.

In which Roxy Vogel creates a place for anonymous apologies and gets dragged along by a self-proclaimed outcast who lives life through unorthodox metaphors, trash art, middle finger salutes and a lot of other messes. Copyright © 2017 Just_Jae

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When we receive a scar, the pain is even effective once the moment passes away. And not everyone can numb from the pain. Perhaps, yes, you may recover, but it stays with you. It's a part of you. And there is no other choice but to accept it. Library Awards Fall- Special Blurb Award ________ #ProjectBreakFree ________ © 2020, Ahana Jey. All rights reserved.

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

Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? ~ All poems are mine and belong to me unless stated otherwise. Some of these poems may discuss political l issues, issues of domestic violence, depression, stereotypes that annoy me to no end, things about the sky and how trippy it looks sometimes (fine that was just one poem), and miscellaneous things that come to my mind. Highest Ranks: May 4, 2016: #357 in Poetry Cover Credit: the lovely @RheaDay97

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

[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)

"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."

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