Wandering Stories

strays can never have a home they will never get the chance nor will they ever take one

Alice, a depressed teen, gets sent to rehab for attempting suicide. A while back, her dad threw her out of the house for sleeping with a boy, so when she is released from rehab she has to stay with her aunt and cousin. This story follows the thoughts and actions of Alice Montague going through her rough teen years as a beautiful suicidal train wreck. She has to cope with loss, anorexia, depression, and a suicidal mind.

of tragedies and melancholia

There's a longing to produce something great, to be applauded on success. But when we lack that quality, do we not grasp for what we seek? Going to the point of despair to find what we really need? The works of words do not simply flow if the mind is corrupt. However, with the assistance of a keyboard and a mind ready to find itself, the work produced can simply be described as poetry.

He feels as if something were missing from his now peaceful life. I mean, don't get me wrong. He has a beautiful and smart girlfriend. A ton of loving friends. And a great family. But still... Somethings wrong.

A book of poetry and other short stories and writings. A place that isn't fan fiction books or novels but a place for my mind to let loose.

Collection of poems about depression, love and emotions.

Gone through it, grew with it

The ramblings and delusions of a self-proclaimed rotted speck of dirt. Unknowingly finite distance until the end of a long lost journey.

Darryl Jackson, he is hopeless and wandering, until he finds his family.

These are the rules: If you have been true to those you loved; if you have been true to your word; if you have not been vain; if you have followed you own heart; and if you have placed personal integrity over gain and comfort; then, just like gravity makes sure that what you drop will find the ground, you now get to be an albatross, the reward of a life well led. :: A sailboat with a crew of three goes down in a fierce storm somewhere between South Georgia and Gough Islands in the Southern Seas. All three drown. Though one of them not entirely.

A poem of wandering and reflection, amid a murmuring sky and welcoming breeze. Thank you so much to everyone who reads my work, I wish the deepest love to you and everyone and everything else as well.

Many times we ask ourselves questions. Some of these don't get answered until we experience certain things. At one point or another we have to grow up. Question is, why is everybody so different? (A series of thoughts, questions, answers, and maybe some poetry)