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What's the first word that comes to your mind when you think of waves?Calm? Composed? Serene?For Bree Dazzleton, it's "sadistic."A moment, a snap of a finger, a blink of a second is all it takes to turn your life over. Bree's has turned.The question is simple: With a hand of friendship offered, will her outlook on waves change or not?A small try from my part. Hope you enjoy the story! :DNOTE: This is my book. It's called mine for a reason. Steal it and I promise you'll regret it.…

uncraftedspell

With none to share her innermost battle with, Zee writes to a particular Dazel Nutting. Feeling lost, she finds solace in scribbling her 'eventful' experiences into her mails. Getting things off her chest. That's how she calls it.But at some point along the lines she scrawls, she realises that she's lucky enough to still have the brush to paint her future and that if she doesn't pick and draw soon, it'd slip into foreign hands who'd do the deed instead. And mind it, definitely not the way she'd want it. Hope you enjoy, if you choose to give this a shot! :D<| Plagiarism will NOT be tolerated. |>…

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Reader: Can you please clean up the mind crumbs you left behind?Lake: Sorry, it wasn't intentional. [ hurries off to pick up the pieces. ]R: [ hand swiping down the face, frustrated. ]Either way it's a mess I can't deal with now.L: If you can just please calm down and take a look at them, you'd realize it's not a big deal.R: YOU don't tell me what to do.L: [ hands up in the air, surrendering. ]You're right. Your call. Sorry.Oh yeah, it's your call. Give the mind crumbs a glance if you're curious. If you do, then I hope you don't get tempted to toss them into a bin. Happy peeking! :)…

uncraftedspell

With a messed up head like mine, I have a spectacular knack of leaving stories hanging (incomplete) which is why this book contains fragments of ideas that pop up in my head.Hope they're all worth a shot :)[Highest Rank: #119 in short story on 7/9/17]…

uncraftedspell

She decided it was time to fight for the 'me' she was. She knew it was late, but she was hell-bent on heeding the saying, "better late than never." At the end, will she break or mend herself? Hope it's worth a shot :D[Highest ranking: #251 in short story]…