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My Thoughts Are A Storm
The scars you bear I wish I could
Die for, only the best do I want
For you, to be happy, the fault is
Mine own which tore us apart
Some days I was screaming inside
Yet I found complete happiness
With you, when you told me my
Apology was not accepted, it was
Like hearing news of an intimate
Suicide, your hate filled mind
Killed me inside, my thoughts
Are a storm, raging memories
Of every fight, every flaw fighting
For attention, yet the savage longing
To fall once more into you comforting
Arms, but who would I be if I
Allowed myself to go back?
Featured
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Literature
Saving Quinn
I was too tired to do anything. That’s what I told myself, anyway, as I sat in front of the television, splayed out across the couch like a beached starfish. I’d given up. Anxiety had won for the day, which meant that nothing less than a fire or a severe case of peckishness could have made me move from that spot.
Meanwhile, my poor main character, a thirteen-year-old girl by the name of Quinn, had been totally abandoned in the over-revised, underdeveloped first few paragraphs of Chapter One. I glanced over at my computer screen. I could almost see her there, frozen in place, waiting impatiently for m
Short Stories
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Prologue and Epilogue
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Literature
My Boyfriend, the Writer [England x Reader]
It was a Friday afternoon, and like usual during the afternoons (Friday or otherwise), you were all cuddled up on the couch in your living room, waiting for your lovely (and sexy) British boyfriend to come home from work. Sadly you already knew he was going to be late, just by the fact it was already nearing 7 and he came home late anyway. Sighing, you eyed one of the bookshelves in the room. As it was the living room- a.k.a. the room with the most space- there was a good five bookcases. A small smile curled your lips as you got up to browse one of the shelves. Since you were dating a writer, you were sure to find a least a few books that Art
Fan-Fiction
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Ding Dong, the bitch is dead... uh... gone!
Looks like that motherfucker, HanaChuchus (https://www.deviantart.com/hanachuchus), vamoosed as soon as she got the message. Yep, she has definitely felt my burn and my wrath! Hopefully, this will be the last of her. :fingerscrossed: It seems that my work here is done... or is it? I'll be constantly stalking her shitty profile to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Ha, you should be sorry and you WILL be sorry! :evillaugh:
But unless that jackass decides to come back, me and the upcoming flamers will be waiting for her spamming and flaming her when she least expects it. :plotting: We'll be back unless another bastard decides to rear his or her plug-ugly head.
This is th
Non-Fiction
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Poetry
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Literature
A Cure?
Ethereal rain
Can't wash away these
Tears, they've come again.
I just can't help but
Outpour all this pain.
I never meant to hurt you.
But every time we kiss
I'm here, standing hollow.
And every day you miss
I just try and swallow.
But with every hit
I cry for tomorrow.
Can't you wash away
The sickness deep inside?
It just can't stay.
These wounds want to heal
And yet here they lay.
I just want to feel again.
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