The impossible became possible the day my mother told me she was having another baby at 50. I knew there was only one way that she would carry the baby to term. I would have to take the baby as my own. I would be the mother of my mother's baby at 18, and that isn't even the craziest part of my story!Cover: infinitystylexThank you for this amazing cover @infinitystylex!Thank you for the awesome review @Jasmine969946 in @WritersAssistance Review Book…
What would you do to stay alive if you had a millisecond to choose? Would you become the enemy, or would you choose to die?I was a hostage, but now I am a captor. I have to be if I want to live, but will I be able to do what is necessary to stay alive? In a world where my choices are the difference between my life and death, and mistakes are not an option, how long will I survive? Will I be able to live with the consequences of my actions if I do make it out? "Mom, trust me," I say. This wasn't the plan, but plans can change. I can-I will-make it out of this. I don't know if it is my words or the man's gun or a combination of both, but my mother sits down. My captor pulls me by my hair, yanking me down the stairs in the center of the theater. In seconds, we are at the bottom in front of the screen where everyone can see us. He forces me down to my knees and I am shaking. I am shaking so much. I can barely control myself. I know what he is getting ready to do, and it is confirmed when he speaks. "If any one else tries that, you will all suffer the same fate as this girl. Mark my words." As he levels the gun at my head, my mother's scream echoes through the whole theatre. And I betray myself and my country.…
My story is the story of survival. The story of a daughter who did what she had to to protect her family. My story is the story of a girl in the middle of a fight that she never meant to have any involvement in. My story begins last week before everything changed and my life would never be the same again. Before someone died. Before I killed him. Before the court battles and the lawyers. Before my face became the national gun debate.Cover: infinitystylexThank you for this amazing cover @infinitystylex!…
My parents were murdered. I look down upon their headstones, devastated. A light rain has begun. I know I cannot stay long. A guard checks these headstones every five minutes. A single tear slips from my eye. I glance over my shoulder, waiting to be surrounded by the military police. I'm not. I walk away slowly, calming the infant in my arms. I leave to do what I do best. Run.Not editedAlso, this description might not be accurateThis is still a work in progress!…
This is the story of a girl who doesn't know what she is or what she can do. That is, until the night she discovers her true self and partners up with a boy. This will be the fight of their lives, and no one will make it through without any Fresh Scars.Notice: I wrote this story several years ago and my writing has improved since.…