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While working at a mental institution, I met a lot of people who deserved the chance to be heard-My aim is to give a voice to one lady in particular. Along with mental illness and a mild intellectual disability, she has suffered from abuse for her entire life. This is HER story, but in a way, it...
"The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it's like looking down into the grave of your love, or kissing the mouth of a gun, a...
How long have you gone without speaking a word to anyone? Can you imagine choosing to be silent for over eleven years?
Lanell, much to the dismay of her family, has done just that. But what her parents think is an act of rebellion might just be something completely different...
Short Story | Updated Apr 4, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Wrote this on a bus in Dublin I remember thinking what am I here for who am I?
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Thoughtful Nights
I found myself late last night wondering what love is? have i felt it? really felt it? i am only 18 after all.
~Names changed for privacy.
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 30, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Kathena never wondered too much about how powerful her forcing powers are. She was a Strider or a water forcer. A very powerful one. I this Empire they are ruled by 4 leaders. In this Elemental Empire lived the Ordeins-humans, the Forcers, the Breakers-rebels, and a rare case the Alteriants-...
By Jane Conner
based off an experince from when I was still in school, and I fell pretty hard for a girl called Saffron. They say its these kind of experinces that help us to become better people, but I just felt like I wanted to write about it, though in a different form.
By Vampire Slayer
This is a poem based on true events when I came to realise someone close to me was not a true friend.
A tale of forbidden love. Inspired by a true story.
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock struck eight, the mouse ran down. Tick, tick, tick. The clock struck nine and the mouse fell down a hole. Tick, tick. The clock struck ten, the mouse did not show. Tick, tick. The clock struck eleven, a little squeak pierced the air. Tick. The clocked struck twelve,...
Everything was easy. He was the best boyfriend. Except, something wasn't right. Little did I know the heartbreak, drama, confusion, and pain to come...
Book | Updated Feb 19, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A story that begins with a man, looking to kill himself at an assisted suicide facility; however, he is rejected from assisted suicide but given a strange proposition by a group of masked men known only as 'The Assistants'. They offer him a solution in return for him saving someone else's life....
taken from my book, "This Never Happened Before"
By Saint Sibiya
I wrote this in 2011, I describe how most teenagers are so eager to understand life, they desire to impress others, and make bad decisions, when they hit their lowest point those they seek to impress are nowhere to be found , they find comfort in substances which destroy them further and end up...
Just the musings of someone who can't get sleep due to regretful dreams. The past is the one anchor we never want to let go of, and often this very anchor is what prevents us from sailing forward.