Sighs Stories

This is my collection of random short stories and poems that I have written.

title

Pretty much what the title says

no one wants to get hurt, no one wants to get played. but looks are deceiving, and now you're in this game.

What is my purpose? When will this never ending question stop? Who am I? What you seek lies within. All you need is to open your eyes and accept your destiny.

I have opinions. They aren't always popular. So I made a book about it. It's not exactly rocket science if you read the title..

a fragile & quiet rhythm of poetic life ོ❁

Love poetry

Butts

[AUTHORS EDIT AS OF 11/27/13] ATTENTION TO ALL INTERNET ATTENTION SEEKING SNOBS- and anyone else who wants to leave negative comments. I wrote this book 4 - 5 years ago. I wrote it on quizilla and back then these stories were EXTREMELY popular. If you have a problem with how I wrote it and you think it is stupid then just go away. I don't need your negative comments.. I know it's the worst story I have ever written, but I have improved a lot since then. Please do not bash me with your negativity. I don't need it. K. Thanks.

just me feeling silly

What are you afraid of? Hi, I guess this is a series? Anyways, basically just a collection of poetry(?)/short stories that might(I said might!) have some sort of plot eventually.

There is a problem with my watt pad and i can't write on my message board! So I'll just write here see ya! :)

We drink our coffees and write our poetries in a series of sighs and whispers in hopes of keeping our souls and words intact. But what if they both choose to wander instead? P O E M S / P R O S E / SHORT STORIES Language: English

17 year old Grace Byrne, is an only child. Her parents baby is only there work. They hardly pay attention to Grace. Grace is a music-loving, shy girl. She used to be in the 'popular crowd', but soon realised it wasn't good for her, after a rocky relationship. They have new neighbours - The Mahers. They moved from Ireland. Sam, the Mahers son, is a player and because of that, he's abit of a jerk. Doesn't really care and does his own thing. I've thought about this story alot. And, I'm looking forward to see where it ends up..

here is the book were I complain about my life, excessively swear, and share thoughts I feel are worth sharing I apologize in advance

anything and everything about zodiac signs... try for daily updates... this is for when I would be bored at 4am and don't wanna sleep... hope you like it.

tell me the things your heart beats for -- loud mouths and quiet hearts you can hear their words tearing them apart -- August 10, 2016 #273 in poetry August 21, 2016 #102 in poetry October, 2016 #76 in poetry formerly: Air Head, cheap words|young sighs