Angel

Hello i'm like any 14 year old girl who has an obsession for writing. I love stories with a twist that grab's the reader by the neck. Stories are like an escape into an unknown world that could be better than your life. As you can tell i'm new on here but I want to make a name for myself. All i want to become is a writer living in New York looking outside her apartment to Times Square. I know that is just a dream but maybe just maybe i'm predicting my future. 
Stories:
A Life Of Poverty: By themindthatspeaks Paranormal 114 / Mystery / Thriller 135
coexist smile:
Poetry #209 / Short Story #279
Playing with the Devil:
fourteen year old Alice Finch world goes upside down when her country the powerful USA only want to help them selves because they are completely broke. Can a young girl like herself pull her family out of hard times.
  
Please comment on my stories.

Quotes from my A Life Of Poverty:
"How can I function if they treat me like a bomb that is ready to blow up in your face. Walking around knowing what I'm going through. They have no clue but they in title themselves to act as if they care. society. what a terrible word." My mother said.  

   Tears leaking down my face as if I was a broken faucet. The only thing broken was my heart. It killed me to see my mother that way. Seeing her say my father's name with the hope he could still be alive. That maybe the body in the ground does not belong to him but, we all knew it did. She was that puzzle that you could never put together because no matter how many times you tried you could never find that one piece. She was a maze that had no end. There was no exits just false hope. She was a flower with no roots. A vase without glass. A window that shattered when a storm rolled by. She was all of them things. I could tell she would never re marry. She loved my father more than life itself. Without the life she loved their was nothing , just bones and skin decomposing.
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