Love is more valuable than anything I know. To love is to enter a completion of one’s self. I hate those who choose to destroy a love, who take it for granted. love is greater than life even. As i look for love, i feel i can’t find it. ever. but something tells me i will. Someday. Somewhere. As my love will find me. She … Continue reading what turns a “normal” teenager into a mass murderer?
The girl’s hair fell about her shoulders, blurring the edges of her face in a way that brought to her disposition a hidden vulnerability, a veiled fear: perhaps, the truth. At the thought of what she had just seen, at what she had just done, she curled her shoulders into herself, her shallow and invisible breaths carrying with them a sense of urgency she could … Continue reading you did this
an aching heart doesn’t just go away. even though you want it to. it sits there, eternally rotting – a fruit green with envy, jealousy. grown and nurtured by the fear inside of you. you can’t turn off an aching heart. it hangs like a weight from that beating organ so that soon enough, it pulses faster and harder than in should even in the … Continue reading aching heart
Dear Readers, Finally, I have completed my novella! I have formatted the novel in word and have converted it into a PDF for easy reading. As well as this, I have created the book formally using a software called Blurb Bookwright. The only free option was to download the book as an Ebook, with files available for Kindle / eReader and Apple iPad. You can … Continue reading saving audrey – complete novella
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immortality is never to be as the consequence of humanity is inevitable. but today is immortal because you smiled … Continue reading immortality
Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the rich colour of the night sky. The star-dappled expanse twinkled, the moon smudged across the bay, its milky reflection illuminating part of the beach. Her lips trembled as she tried to put into words the gorgeous view that we were seeing. I smiled, so grateful for my beautiful daughter. The wind whispered, sharing secrets with the two of us despite … Continue reading the shooting star