Poems:
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When Life Gives You Therapy
"I never liked circles, (I was always more of an oval kind of girl, you know) and I especially didn't like them now. Not as I was succumbing to the musings of a high-pitched preteen who couldn't escape "the voices", or when the rape victim sitting two feet away from me was glaring daggers at the side of my face. I didn't even like them when the cute boy across the room kept sending me looks and dumb faces that spoke volumes of our torture."Or the time where group therapy played matchmaker for a mute and a girl who managed to fuck up suicide.…
Louder Than Words
"The first seventeen years of my life, I was a dead girl walking. I was made blind by too much darkness and deaf by too many voices.My life began with the roughness of blue scales and an unexpected car trip into the woods. My life began with the company of seven other kids, just as lost as myself. My life began when it was under the most threat of falling apart.Funny how these things work out."Or, similarly, a retelling of the trials and tribulations of growing up like any other normal kid. Of course, with the added bonus of powers beyond your frame of belief, a ruthless government out for our blood and a big business willing to take whatever means to once again secure their greatest creations. This is story of my life, and how it got tenfold more interesting when I learned to live it right. Welcome aboard.…
You'll Live Another Day
"With nothing but a blade, a testament to his pain"You're breaking point isn't your ending point. It's the destination of your depression; the chance to start anew.Trigger Warning: Abusive Themes, mentions of self harm, talk of depression and suicidal intention (Welcome to any ideas for new covers)…
Of Roses and Chocolates
"When I come home, we can make our own Valentine's Day. My parents used to do the same thing with Christmas and Thanksgiving. They used to tell me that it didn't matter when, as long as we were together."A story to put the saying "Better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all," to good use.Warning: Mature Themes…
Artificial Snow
"There wasn't much to do on ski lifts besides admire artificial snow on frail trees with too thin arms reaching for heavily clothed bodies, and count empty lifts on our right executing their perfectly orchestrated retreat, like soldiers marching from battle."When a drunkenly decided New Years Resolution turned around my life.~ Cover Credit to @Ticklemysickle~…
One Sentence Stories
Short stories consisting of one sentence. Open for suggestions. I will also be happy to post any one else's One Sentence Stories with respective credit if they submit anything that strikes my fancy. (Ew who tf says that?) No limit to what and can be written about.…