So, I had this idea. . .
This is a one time deal. As some of you noticed, I took down pretty much ALL of my stories. The reason I took them down is because they aren't edited, they actually have horrible mistakes. As a matter of fact, when I look back on them now, I cringe. I wrote these books before I got good at "show don't tell" and "grammar." Understand these stories are not fixed. However, I know how much some of you would love the opportunity to read them again, one last time, because I took them down without any warning.
For ONLY the month of June, I have decided I'm going to give you guys a treat. I am going to put up all of my stories that were completed. This will not include stories that weren't finished. This is also not going to include the original "BAD THINGS" series. The reason I will not put up the original Bad Things series is because I fixed those books, and I'm currently writing the final book which is the fifth book. I think that after you go back and reread some of these you will understand why I took them down. I think that it will show all of you just how different my writing style is and how I have grown as an author.You won't get the original "His Name Is Lucifer" either because I rewrote it. Hurry up and read them because I'm taking them down by July 1st.
THESE ARE AS IS, THEY HAVE NOT BEEN ALTERED!
Unknown POV
Being stupid has nothing to do with it because I'm actually pretty smart, it's being careless really. I've simply just stopped caring, my head is so filled with the loud noises that surround me that I can't even write.
Some people think my life is so simple, so easy but that's not true. I have worked my ass off literally but nobody cares. It feels like I'm living in a cold dark room and no matter how many times I scream for help nobody is there.
As I fall to the floor I can hear people screaming, trying to figure out what is wrong with me but sad truth is I don't even know what the fuck is wrong with me.
I sink into a dark abyss, the voices fade away and I simply could care less.
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2nd Unknown POV
It hurts, but I don't make a sound. I lay very still as pain courses through my body, my head feeling foggy.
Even though I've experienced different kinds of pain this one is different. I would scream if someone would hear, but reality is nobody cares.
Sometimes you have to wonder if being dead would be better.
YOU ARE READING
Lyric Storm
RomanceThis story is fiction none of the characters are real, this is from my own imagination. HOWEVER I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY OF THE MUSIC OR PHOTO'S IN THIS BOOK AND WILL GIVE CREDIT TO EVERY ARTIST WHO ORIGINALLY SANG/WROTE THE SONG! Being stupid...
