ELIZA GRANT

My story, "Alien", is under construction. Do not read. I repeat do not read. I'm still editing.
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Please read PART ONE: THE SCARRING OF SUNSHINE, of my first boo, "Alien". It's not about the extraterrestrial type. I guess I use it a metaphor. Read, Vote, and Subscribe to find out more...
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Check out my new front cover for my new book. Alien.

Mash Up: Hey guys check out this video. Two girls doing a mash up of rihanna- monster and wake me up. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=510qET1FcQU

BREAKUP:
          And I stare at the phone,
          He still hasn't called
          And then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all
          And you flashback to when he said forever and always
          Oh, and it rains in your bedroom
          Everything is wrong
          It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone
          'Cause I was there when you said forever and always

Stop, stationery, dead. Those are my wishes beyond possibility. Drowning in fraudulent streams. Clouding my silent reminiscences. Heaven. Not only a prospect of ecstasy however a segment of ancient times. Heaven, the safe keeping of those who pollute people’s mind with grief and sorrow. But what empirical factors can essentially establish this genuineness. But in my world, my veracity, nothing is distinct. Day after day, year after year we follow the same instincts. We go by our individual conventions. Ignorance is bliss are the pungent words imprinted in my mouth. But that’s not me. I believe our lives now are just a pale materialization of the outer truth. The truth that I have been longing to discover for however long I have been here. The truth is buried deep down in the hearts of each other. But not a solitary voice will tell me. Not one. But sitting here as the sunlight devours the vegetation and brushwood there is a glimpse of hope and truth under all the hatred and distraught. Love.

Life's a climb. But the view is great. Though sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand. What you have been searching for forever is in your hand. When you realise love is all that matters after all. It sure makes everything else seem so small.