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Juliette Ashton was best friends with Ayden Lancaster, the hottest and most popular guy in school. Unlike the rest of the girls in the entire school, Juliette tries not to fall for him... at least tried to.
Ayden, in the meantime has to decide: the girl of his dreams or the school of his...
If I could see you again, these are the words that I would say.
My childhood trauma consisting of abuse both physically and psychologically and my molestation at the age of 5 and how these events shaped me into the person I am today. How I have dealt with these issues by both good and incompetent Doctors who are too often praised as Gods, but as I have found...
A colorful ode to coloring.
By Makayla Stevens
I wrote this as kind of a boosting poem, it's pretty dark, but if you're going through this, it's pretty relate able.
This is really old, and I wrote it when I was like, 13?
So, please, don't think this reflects me.
Poetry | Updated May 13, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
No stress or worries were in my head.
Poetry | Updated May 12, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
An unforgettable achievement that I have conquered in my life as a kid.
By Luke Shelley
The story of an innocent bond of two sisters growing up.
Short Story | Updated May 9, 2014 | Reads: 66 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
My childhood was very rugged and terrible. This is just one of the horrors I remember.
Short Story | Updated May 8, 2014 | Reads: 75 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Kim a young boy ,always had trouble to find friends,and now tell his story with his friends and how his life changed after he found out that he has an incurable disease.
Having made a deal with the devil that she is happy with and he regrets, CL unleashes hell on those closest to her in this first of a series on a blessed girl turned villain who narrates directly to and at the audience in a horror-suspense styled voice while losing her grip on reality and...
By Roxanne Troop
A reminder that it's the people in our lives who shape or misshapen who we are.
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 24, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
I loved him. He loved me. That is all I have to say. The rest you find out out. But this isn't a happy love story.
The point of view of an old woman reminiscing her early years.
This my way of making a memory, that I don't want to escape, immortal. May it live forever in my brain that might end up with Alzheimer's.