Visible Stories

Visible Six months after Invisible, nothing has been the same. That night still lingers-unspoken, unfinished. Now, a wedding brings them face to face again. Old feelings resurface, glances grow heavier, silences speak louder. This time, the heart refuses to stay hidden. This time, the invisible becomes... visible.

"Time changes all things, but those changes may be too subtle to notice, and one's greatest treasures may only be discovered as they slip through seemingly empty hands." She hates him and the rest of her racist third grade class. He fears her because she enjoys beating him up to teach him a lesson. But when they each find someone they like, they have no one else to whom they could turn for help. If only they could find a way to get along...

BETTER AN 'OOPS' THAN A 'WHAT IF'

poems for people with not much of an attention span, like me. these poems don't really have a theme they're just random ones i think of. They're pretty bad too, but i write them anyway.

People often assume that to want is the same as to need. And that is where they are mistaken. There's a fine line between some things that point out there oppositions, their differences and their uniqueness from each other. The line between want and need is so visible, that it's actually quite invisible. To never judge a book by its cover was, I think , the perfect way to describe me. I am a visible disguise, one people can see, but not really see.

Weekend write in. Dec 21 prompt strike. What would happen if people with disabilities went on strike?

A New Girl started school, drawing attention from all around, yet she doesn't notice. Why? Her brother may hold the key to the understanding, yet he must learn first. Apologies for any spelling errors!!

Pieces of work written by YOU! An anthology of works by Wattpad users, who all support the #visible ethos. Inside you will find- Poems Short Stories Thoughts -Of all genres and writing styles. Anyone and everyone is welcome to submit a piece of work to be included in the anthology- full credit goes to the author. Why is the chapter title 'Poem' or 'Short Story' rather than the real title? Its so you click and read with no bias or prejudgement and so you expand your thoughts and beliefs by reading things you otherwise may not have.

She's not here. Stop imagining things. ©AlesaWang | cc2k15

Please take into note that this is not based on a true story nor is it a true story, but it may have a similar sounding lifestyle to someone you know and love. Life can have different ways of happening in our favour. But if it gets to much life takes a toll on us and the ones we love. Separating yourself from them who care, is not the way. Keep in touch, don't let them fade, don't let them go, when its right. Let us rest. x

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

A sketchbook filled with poetry. A sports team with a vendetta. A town where strange things happen. A funeral for a girl who never died... Six friends just became five. Gwen, Lexya, Rowan, Paul, and Christopher arrive at college fresh from the strange disappearance of their friend Hannah. They're all battling the demons that come with time and change, struggling to reconcile their high school histories with their present realities. Relationships shatter. Shots are fired. All five face a battlefield in which the only way out is death. And their greatest fear - Hannah herself - might still be alive, filling up pages of a new sketchbook that could damn them forever.

la poesía es un arte maravilloso...

Live that you may Live - Vive Ut Vivas On a long haul flight between two destinations, Vivienne Gregory reflects on her journey through life to date, and a chance encounter with a teenage girl reminds her of just how far she's come. Contest entry for The Big Collab 2016.

It was easy to fall apart. But what made you get to that point? So easy to give in to the turmoil, and feel yourself give up. What about fighting for a new day? There were strange things all around us, and for Isabella Velondale, she could see these things. Her eyes were open to the beauty and the horror her kingdom had to offer. She had a knight to shield her, but there was a light out there she wanted to find. A light that would protect those she loved; to make her desolate kingdom grow again. In the land of Atriartch, the Immortals spread their darkness to consume anything and anyone in their path. The day Isabella found the creature Immortelle, was the day she gained the power to protect her kingdom. But at what price is power worth it? |First book in The Velondale Princess Trilogy| •Cover by me. ▪This is a High Fantasy Christian Novel and I would love your input!

Arin, the forgotten middle child, drifts through life unseen-trapped in a family that loves around him, but never with him. As loneliness deepens, he escapes into gaming, where he finally feels real. But small rebellions turn into silent cracks, and soon, even the games can't save him from the growing emptiness inside.

Monroe talks an awful lot for someone who was born without vocal chords and has only one friend who knows sign language. Her neighbor, Remington throws Christmas parties an awful lot for someone who doesn't know the first thing about decorating. They both know that the holidays can be prickly sometimes, but with with each other, they discover that it doesn't have to be that way.

A collection of thoughts, jokes, ideas, rants, poems, and literary junk as written by a teenage girl with a unique life. no makeup or Photoshop used.