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Zai is a 16 year old girl. She was presumed dead at birth, and woke up sixteen years later beside a mysterious boy, next to the very grave that she has spent her whole life resting from.
I wrote this a while ago, it's been tweaked, but it was in the midst of my deppression and low self-confidence. Looking at it now, Some things in life have changed, so I look to this to gain better strength.
Just cooked this up in ten minuets, nothing particularly special just wanted to test Booksie out...
The world has burnt, people ignored the countless warnings. There are a few survivors and they must find their way in the new world. The new destroyed, nightmare world.
Possibly may add more...
As long as I spelled it right I think the title gives enough away... Sorry it's a smidge too short to give a summary without giving anything away.
By A Broken Dream
You think I'm not real? I'll tear you apart. I'll eat you alive, and rip out your heart.
By Allie Apathy
Darling, did you notice?
By Carolyn Falls
Needing someone to help you through things
Poetry | Updated Feb 28, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
I had a dream I wasn't invisible anymore...
Poetry | Updated Jan 24, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Daisy is 15. He parents were both murdured, and she was next in line. Unfortunatally for her, she was caught. Fortunatly for her, she wasn't killed. Her murderer carries her body around and does whatever he pleases to her. He doesn't know she's alive, and she's doing her best to keep it that way.
Novel | Updated Jan 21, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
We don't know when we are born, neither do we know when we die, but everything in between is our personal live ...
Poetry | Updated Jan 3, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
The lost war, is a non fiction war story, based in the non fictional year 1111
Just something I feel at the present I have to write about in the sense of being honest and realizing that not everybody is but you live and learn.
Article | Updated Dec 11, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My life was perfect, parties every weekend, good grades, popular boyfriend and head cheerleader. Nothing could have made my life any greater. But here I am, tied up, gagged and rolling about in the back of a dark van.
By Fate Hates Me
Humor me! Write me a story of a novel. Either way.. It's your job to entertain me!