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This book is about me finding my strength and what strength actually is.
A love story that defied the rules of ancient India.
Like in the children's paper and pen game of the same name, the main character takes incremental steps towards hanging a man, though here it's his own self induced destruction which is at stake. (plot twists come free but the broken fourth wall is non-refundable)
OCCASIONAL STRONG LANGUAGE...
Pouring my heart and soul out in a letter to my girlfriend
By Unknown Knives
A love letter to death (He never got the letter... Seems Mexican Postal Service doesn't recognize 666 as a valid Zip Code)
Poetry | Updated Oct 1, 2015 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Jl Reaper
Will John overcome the urge to commit suicide?
By Melancholic Wisdom
Probably the most direct anti-suicide and anti-self harm piece I've ever written. Basically, the sun is going to rise tomorrow 100%, there's no dispute about that. You should be here to see it, cause sun rises are quite beautiful.
My attempted suicide at 15 would instead inspire something new. I was born on this day, I didn't die on it.
A note written by the character about what happened to his brother when he was younger. It is being used as an apology for a guilty conscious.
Short Story | Updated Sep 28, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a free-verse poem about someone who is feeling very upset. Please be aware that this refers to suicide.
Poetry | Updated Sep 25, 2015 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When a drug addict goes missing, people assume the drugs were some kind of result, but what really goes on in this girl's life? Is drugs the reason she vanish or is something more sinister going on? In a race between life and death, a girl who no one has any real concern for could be in life...
By Ted Gerard
I wrote this when I was 17. I was crushin' on several girls at the time and since I never I had first love I was kinda creating this image of the perfect girl in my head at the time. I didn't know what I 1st love was until I was 27. Regardless I was inspired me to write this...
By Ted Gerard
I wrote this poem for my mother. Christmas 2003.
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
As she lays there breathing, she thinks of nothing but him.