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"It's like screaming. But no one can hear."
I've never been 'normal'. I don't think I ever will be. I just want to escape from the voice inside my head.
Only one person can help me.
Honey Castillo is an average teenage girl. But that isn't the case because behind that confident attitude is a broken teenager no-one really knows...Until one day when her Mum decides to ship her off to a Camp for 'troubled teens', Honey thinks that even though Camp is not a good place to be,...
This is an experience I had on a rainy day,while in a car waiting at a traffic signal, few years back. I saw this little homeless girl standing by the signal all alone. She just stood there staring,smiling away into the rain. In the melancholy of the time back then she somehow sprouted a seed of...
Sonja Gardens is a hijacker, otherwise known as a sky pirate; she hasnâ€™t been below cloud level in twelve years. Its well known that people like Sonja donâ€™t exist, but when Sonja runs into the most dangerous weapon in the world suddenly everyone wants to get their hands on her, in...
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Angel Plant
What God can do for you. He will see you through if you let him.
I need someone to hold me right now.
Short Story | Updated Feb 19, 2014 | Reads: 85 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
this happened today so what.
I might continue this i havent decided.
Short Story | Updated Feb 18, 2014 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
for Mygheheal J ans to his post 2day
By Myghehael J
Please, help me. I don't care who you are. I need help.
Short Story | Updated Feb 16, 2014 | Reads: 63 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
This is an excerpt from a book that I have started writing, please give feedback, don't hold back!
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.
A poem about personal struggle
The clock stops for no man, but the time has driven him mad.