This story is about a girl named Sarah.She meets a guy on a chat sight and wants to meet him when they both turn 18.but the boy needs to see her now.he says his house is haunted.and only she can help.so she fly's to Germany and realizes she doesn't have to deal with ghosts messing with her boyfri...
A delusional youth narrating small moments in his first 13 years of life.
If enough people like it then I might expand his craziness and turn it into a book. Eh, I might do it anyway even if no one likes it xD
Home is the place where light pours out of window pains with a welcoming glow and smoke gently wafts in grey puffs from the chimney. Home is where you are always welcome and always loved, except when you're not. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find your way home.
The trek had been long and perilous,
In this land of shifting sand.
A trek he knew had to be made,
In his journey to being a man.
This country hated the intruding man,
Had spat itâ€™s disgust into the wind.
The spittle took the form of sand pellets,
That bit deep into his skin.
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