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Natalie Forbes is used to moving. Used to switching schools, used to dealing with the ignorant apes of high school. Her dad's job requires them to move often, but last summer they moved not because of his jobs demands, but because of
Layla feels like her world is falling apart after asking someone to homecoming. She misses the person she was one in love with.
This is the first part of an anthology series where the 3 characters are connected. Each story takes a step further from reality.
Jessica-or Jesse as her friends call her- is not a normal girl. Her mother just passed away and out of grief her father lost his job. He started to slip. Jesse's cat was her best friend, but if she can't even have him then she has nothing.
Short Story | Updated Jun 1, 2014 | Reads: 60 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
About getting abused and mistreated
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
A young girl has her heart broken for the first time.
A story of emotions. An emotion so short but so powerful.
This is just a quick sketch I did a few months before which was inspired by a song. It's very random though haha. Give it a read and tell me about it~ :) enjoy
Short Story | Updated May 30, 2014 | Reads: 52 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Dann Labyrinthian
I'm sure we've all felt the pain of love. Maybe it was family, or someone you loved. The pain of being betrayed may lead one to extreme measures.
This is a poem out of, 'Alone in the dark.'
Let me be the one to show you
that I'm not like the rest
because not all guys are the same.
Poetry | Updated May 28, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Im sorry for being sorry...
Poetry | Updated May 27, 2014 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Say goodbye, now. Cause my lifeâ€¦ Just. Went. Black
This poem was written by Maya Angelou and is one of my favorite poems because it is about a strength of someone who faced racism and segregation and still kept their heads high.
So I have to know when you're around me are you real or are you fake?
By Arabella Cynthia
When the clock strikes midnight, the only silhouette that comes is yours...
Short Story | Updated May 22, 2014 | Reads: 36 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I lost myself trying to find me...
Maybe then he couldâ€™ve been mine...
Poetry | Updated May 20, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0