Seeing Stories

This is just a quick poem I wrote that I hope you enjoy

Alexis was always gifted ever since her birth. For Alexis her life has never been easy. Always running from different places due to her not being accepted by humans or her own kind she has never truly had a place to call home. She has always blessed with beauty and a strong will. Even with her grace and beauty she has never truly known love. What will happen now when she runs into Ominis? What will happen? Read on to find out. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC DESCRIPTION AND MAKING THIS STORY!

Harry Potter . . . what if Harry was just as bad as Tom Riddle, a mental spiral where everything becomes nothing, and everything that was supposed to happen became just another version of his story, what if Harry was Tom's image

Alexis was always gifted ever since her birth. For Alexis her life has never been easy. Always running from different places due to her not being accepted by humans or her own kind she has never truly had a place to call home. She has always blessed with beauty and a strong will. Even with her grace and beauty she has never truly known love. What will happen now when she runs into Daria? What will happen? Read on to find out. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC DESCRIPTION AND MAKING THIS STORY!

Larkin lived alone. She never truly knew her father. Her mom disappeared. She was happy but always knew she wasn't fully herself. On her eighteenth birthday she decides to go out with a couple of friends. That's where she meets him. Kim Namjoon. He was so intimidating. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Her friend turned to her. Friend: "Who are you staring at?" Larkin: "That guy over there." She pointed to the stairs but to her friend it was empty. Friend: "Ok you have already had too much to drink. There's no one there. Let's go." Larkin: "But..." Friend: "Come on." She knew he was there. They walked past him and she met his eyes. He was about as shocked to see she could see him as her friend looked when she told her about him. She kept her eyes on him then remembered her jacket. She let her friend go and went to get the jacket. She looks up and from there her whole life changed.

Sometimes you meet people who are Ideally friends but you know deep down they won't stay forever. no matter how long we were loved, we were never loved enough.... DeDicated to You

Just another short story I wrote for one of my English classes.

A friend group is having fun during class hour when suddenly they heard a loud siren they're teacher goes to their classroom in a hurry telling them to close the blinds and the doors and don't look outside cause the government is doing the "SEEING" how did they survive it? Did they found the answer why did government approved the seeing?

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS VIOLENCE, RELIGION, AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER. in which the guy doesn't get the girl. in which life is ordinary. in which one person isn't invincible , or extraordinary. in which, they're like everyone else; before everyone else went crazy. in which you get to decide who they are. in which they're painted after you. in which, you ARE invincible. in which, YOU can take on the world. in which, this is ongoing. never to be fini.

Just to let you know this is a short poem. Grey Skies is about knowing that not every day is actual a grey day.

So many things in life we are subconsciously aware of. So much passes through us unnoticed. But sometimes, being subconsciously aware of things isn't enough. Sometimes they ask for more than passing awareness. Sometimes they deserve deeper thought.

I happen to go to a pretentious public school, surprisingly they don't make us wear uniforms. Which is to my advantage, clothes give away some much about a persons life. From the speck of cat hare on the right shoulder of the tall junior, to the ripped converse of the ethnic looking freshmen, its like peoples lives are flashing before my eyes. I don't know how other people don't see it. Its like they can't see past themselves and they're own false pretenses, Oh wait they can't. However that makes it all easier for me to see who, what, when and where. As he great sherlock once said " Its elementary my dear Watson."