Wrecked Stories

These are not letters meant to be read. They were never sent. Never finished. Sometimes never even addressed. Unsent Letters from a Disappearing Mind is a collection of fragments-thoughts written in the spaces where words start to fail and something quieter, heavier takes their place. Each page feels like catching something mid-fall: conversations that never happened, truths that came too late, emotions that had nowhere to go except inward. There is no clean narrative here. No resolution. No moment where everything turns and makes sense again. Just a voice documenting its own fading-slow, aware, and unable to stop it. These letters are not written for closure. They are written because silence became louder than speaking, and this was the only way to leave proof that something was here before it started to disappear. Not every story ends. Some just... stop being heard.

"I know you're there" He said loudly and clearly. He just saw a flash and a girl dashed. He ran after her, and after a moment he got close enough to her that he could grab her shoulder. He did, coming to a stop and trying to turn her around at the same time. It didn't work, as she turned but fell backwards. She sat up, but was looking down, wiping her face. She seemed so much more familiar as he looked down at her. "Are you okay?" He asked worried. The girl had scars along her arms, she was in a torn dress, her hair was knotted, her tights were ripped, and she seemed covered in dirt. She looked up at him, and her eye's widened in realization. His did as well. They just stayed there frozen in shock of the others presence. "Kennedy" Quigley said after a moment, breaking the silence. "Quigley" she breathed. "You're alive" they said together. Quigley walked towards her, but she scrambled to her feet and he stopped. *** This is a OC x Duncan Quagmire. I'm actually writing another story right now which is a Reader x Dylan Kingwell, in which they start shooting season four, so this is just what happens in season four!! Also, all the characters besides my own OC belong to Netflix/Lemony Snicket's a Series of Unfortunate Events *** #1 in lookaway

"For countless stellar cycles, the Transformers have waged war across the galaxy. On one side, there were the Autobots: peaceful defenders of Cybertron led by Optimus Prime. And on the other side, there were the Decepticons: destructive revolutionary war-mongers led by Megatron." "Under the command of Ultra Magnus, the commander of the Autobot Special Task Force known as "The Wreckers", a courageous young warrior known as Out Run was tasked with investigating a small band of Decepticons who have set their sights on Earth with the goal of taking control of the planet to create a safe haven for all Decepticon kind." "Join Out Run as he does his best to defend the planet Earth from the threat of the Decepticons as he allies himself with humanity and his fellow Wreckers."

When Edward leaves her for Bella, Tressa Devereaux is heartbroken. She decides to start over in a new city, Volterra, where she meets the intriguing Aro Volturi, king of the vampires. AVxOC oneshot OOC Aro Volturi

This is just a book about multiple different stories of lloyd being sick in different ways and other stuff that my head has come up with Hope you enjoy!

Running away isnt easy, especially if your try to escape your future, or ex future; Its 1912, Bella, Rose, along with Jack and Sarah all board the Titanic! Everything turns out great, at the start that is. Bella falls in love with the beautiful Edward Masen, and everything is as happy as can be! But we all know everyone cant have happy endings. After the ship sinks, Bella is devistated that the love of her life had gone down with it. Find out what happens 100 years later, Bella's now a vampire, shes a mother to four, and she just so happens to bump into Edward! After 100 years later will everything be the same? What happens when they meet up with Bellas ex?

Hold on. It'll be nothing but a dull ache someday. . . . ❄️ . . . Blueth is a collection of poems that expresses the cold state of a heart struggling to survive the blueness of life.

Raileen O'Connor is stuck. She has a passion that only a car and a open road can solve. To bad she quit street racing a year ago after a bad wreck that landed her into the hospital that had lumpy pillows. After swearing off racing she moves in with her uncle and tries to settle down but what happens when a boy comes around and shatters her progress into peices ? Now its back to the thing she swore off. Money will be involved with a whole buch of drugs, racing, topless girls, and trouble.

Serán pequeños cortos de esta bella pareja y serán de diferentes universos no tendrán nada que ningún oneshot Sin más espero que lo disfruten

❝ I only called her one time, maybe it was two times? ❞ 𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦. 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳; 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. an accident on a rainy october afternoon between an old honda and a subaru brought the twist of fate in a volkswagen named luke skywalker, a bright education major from arizona, to the rescue of nyc native elara aldridge and her best friend, leia organa, along with a handsome tow truck driver named han solo.

Everyone wonders what it's like to be blind or deaf. When the presenters come to school and try and describe how life is different, you just wonder, even if it is just for a moment. I know that I wondered about being blind for a long time, but now, that is my reality. No, I didn't lose my vision, whenever I wake up, I should still have 20/20 vision, but I can't see anymore. I can't move. I can't wake up. I am stuck in the prison of comatose, and there is no definite way out. I can hear the heart monitor, the nurses, the doctors, and all of my visitors. I can feel the needle in my arm that is giving me nutrients and medication, and I can feel the hands that keep my clean. I can smell the haunting aroma of the hospital, and can tell people apart by their smell. I can taste the substances they put on my teeth to keep them clean. I simply cannot see. I cannot give the people I hear crying at my bedside a look of reassurance, and I cannot reach out to wipe away their tears. So, for now, I observe through the bars of my cell that separate me from the rest of the world. I observe through the restrictions of comatose.#takethepledge #justwriteit

this is about how on the night of the american music awards, my weave got snatched. btw that's my sister's thumb not mine

Sixteen year Shaylee faces life head on when losing her mom in a boating accident. Her friend Will takes it as his responsibility to help her, they become inseparable in the process, only to slowly fall apart from other factors named Griffin.

a freshman in this poetry bussiness

I'm Maggie Holland and it's a normal day. I wake up, go to school and come home. All except the last part. Several students on my bus never made it home, either. We stay near the tracks, day and night, waiting for our parents to come. We wait, and wait, and wait, until we are sure are parents were never coming for us. It has been years since we last been home. All we have left is each other. BASED ON TRUE STORY. Has true facts and newspaper snips from the actual article. Names have been changed.