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(adj.) lasting for a very short time. | "with the bare italian i've learned from my aunt, che figata means what a fig. if i look like a fig to you, i can't believe it. i know i laughed at you for running into a pole, but like dude. i ran into a pole too. you owe me my drink." |ephemeral thoughts. ephemeral moments. ephemeral memories.Taken in first person, as a reader, you're going to be taken through a series of memories all of which are simple and short. your thoughts are all italicized in this story. cover by: bluebird0904…

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nyctophilia(n.) the love of the darkness or night.When your period ends up unknowingly playing a part of your love story that fell apart a year ago, how can its nyctophilic nature cure your broken heart? It can and it does. Period.#MidnightSunMovie…

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❝You can't throw a girl the wrong signal and expect her to not follow.❞ 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm. An hour and a half, things can change. And Zara never imagined falling in love with Pierre. A risk that she took. ~ Z A R A ~ A course of a couple of weeks, an hour and a half, our short story became a story on my bookshelf. I've always been a risk-taker, I knew I'd be hurt if things went wrong, and I was stirring up a recipe of a broken heart. He was the risk I took. | #17 ss | Beautiful cover by: @StrangerSights…

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❝Brown hair that is nurtured in its tresses, the chocolate brown eyes that keeps me searching for answers, every smile you send my way stresses every question of mine that is left unanswered.❞ Love, Adam Thomas Beaulieu -+-Sometimes facing your fears might mean falling in love... with silence. A boy with striking blue eyes and long, dark brown hair doesn't always have to talk, he could be the quiet kid that spends his days taking care of himself and his sister who has cancer. He could be the beast, the nightmare of your fears. Adam [a-dem] noun. A boy who never spoke...After the tragic death of my first love, I had always found my nose in a book. However, facing my fear of falling in love again was something I never imagined having to do. Fairytales kept me grounded and I had to learn to face the beast alone. After realizing that an invisible connection of no words and only thoughts was how I would confront my beast, things seemed to look up for the best. Defining a silent person is no easy task and trying to understand their life is harder. With silent moments I shared with Adam, the memories we have defined us. From stories, a rose, discovering his story, a dinner and dance, changed the entity of who my silent beast was. ~~~This story is NOT a fanfiction; characters in this story have their own personalities, stories, and live separate lives than the characters of Belle & Adam from Beauty and the Beast. From OnceUponNow to the Wattys, it's been everywhere! Please consider supporting this story; after all, the live-action film, The Beauty and the Beast, starring Emma Watson is going to be out in March 2017! Vote, comment, share, and enjoy this story! :) #theaccepters #wattpadbooksarerealbookstoo#thepeopleofsociety#wattys2016#justwriteit Cover: @StrangerSight…

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.the random, rambling thoughts and poems of a girl from the ink of her pen. ❀ ❀ ❀ "Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private." ~Allen Ginsberg "A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." ~Robert FrostCopyright © 2016 forgottenwords928. All rights reserved.Unless otherwise indicated, all materials on these pages are copyrighted by forgottenwords928. All rights reserved. No part of these pages, either text or image may be used for any purpose other than personal use. Therefore, reproduction, modification, storage in a retrieval system or retransmission, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical or otherwise, for reasons other than personal use, is strictly prohibited without prior written permission.The identifier "Thoughts From the Ink of a Pen" refers collectively to the writer, forgottenwords928.General inquiries should be directed to author's private message, accessible from the author's profile page.This LOVELY cover made by: @StrangerSight <3 <3…

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/[Submitted for Brian Kesinger's Visual Storytelling Contest]\Autism, a mental illness that makes me want to hide. Autism, something that drove me to kill my own mother. Autism, save me. Time was never on my side... till I realized there was more to it ***A Brian Kesinger Contest Entry***#freementalillness#stopmentalhealthstigma…

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Forgotten Past*READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* I wrote this book a longgggg time ago and the writing it so fetus-y, ya know? Just enjoy at your own risk ;) Not knowing her past, Alya Woods, lives in a world of secrets. Once her mom goes off on a business trip, she is sent to live with her Auntie Anne. With pranks and revenge, she has to live with her two annoying cousins and another cousin, named Owen who she can rely upon to talk to. As if her life couldn't get any better, she runs into her childhood enemy, Jake Robinson. Stubborn, cocky, annoying, arrogant, and the list goes on for him. Through fun and laughter, Alya's life takes a twist when she gets kidnapped. With occurrences of threats and suspicions arising about the people around her, Alya has no idea about what's going on. Her aunt becomes protective, Owen gets secretive and enigmatic. And Jake... you'll see. Is everything that surrounds her everyday a secret? ~~~ "Jake Robinson." I said my voice cold as ice. "Alya Woods, darling." he said, still smirking. "You should stop smirking before your mouth gets stuck in the shape.""Well, what makes you care?" "Nothing, you would look stupid and ugly." "So, I do look handsome?" "No. Ugh, no." "Sure." "I meant it." "Yeah, sure." "I did." "You're cute when you're mad." Jake said, slyly smiling. "Yeah, well I'm about to get really freakin' adorable!" I said as I reached out to smack him. He moved out of the way, making me trip on my own feet and fall face first into a berry pie which was on the table, in the middle of a couple's beautiful moment. I stood up, with mashed berries on my face, and death glared at Jake who was shaking with laughter. Game on, buddy.Cover: @woodlandic *ilysmmmm <3 Copyright ©2015 Alia Anderson…

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With a broken heart and the love to play tennis, take a moment in the journey of Theo and Rose. Cover by: bluebird0904…