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This is the first chapter of my ongoing first novel. It is just meant as a teaser opening to the book to attempt to get feedback on my writing style and the feel of the novel as it stands.
This was inspired by a horrible first love heartbreak. Hope you can feel my pain through this lines... or it's just pure bullshit.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jun 12, 2015 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
My first love was painful, unrequited, and made me hate myself, but it's okay, because it helped me grow into who I am now.
Short Story | Updated Jun 7, 2015 | Reads: 121 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Meet Justice Massey.
Eighteen, enior, and kidnapped as a blood bag.
Justice isn't any ordinary supernatural. She can give form to blood. A blood wielder. The wielderâ€™s body it accustomed to losing red blood cells- so they regenerate at marvelous...
A foreign mother is being forced by her Kuwaiti son to go propose to his secret girlfriends mother. Confused and desperate, the mother hasn't a clue about the Arabic cultural norms when it comes to marriage...
What's in a name? "A Rose, by any other name would still...";
Would I care any more, or would you care or be blessed... If the name that I call you, were to be more a test?
You want to see inside me? You want to lay me bare? ...You want me to tell you? To know how much more I care?
Psychology- The study of the mind... Just for to remind...
What do we think anger is?
Just a dark love story.
Poetry | Updated May 26, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A pitch black forest
Surround by cages
To keep things trapped in.
About a man's search for what he wants in life.
Short Story | Updated May 9, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A brief discussion about the facts concerning banning High Capacity Magazines and Assault look alike weapons and the results of doing so.
A poem about my first true love and how much of an impact it had on my life even to this day. I hope he is doing well and I wish him the best. I am happy for him and for his wife and children even if he thinks it's just a lie. I have always wanted him to be happy, with or without me and that's...
This is a poem about my first love. My first ever love for another human being beyond the type of love we have for our family, I mean passion and romance. It's a reminder to me that love comes and love goes, that all things must end. But it is also a reminder to me that I once experienced that...
Two would be lover meet and passion ensues leaving Clara with a choice to make.
Novel | Updated May 2, 2015 | Reads: 53 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0