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This piece of creative writing is a look into the emotions of 16 year old me. Now 21, I remember sitting in my junior year of high school, not knowing who I was, what I wanted, or what made me happy, and the only thing I wanted out of life in that moment was to feel. To feel like I belonged in the world. Like I had a sense of purpose. Like the world had a spot for me, and me only, to explore and grow in. For the longest time, this wasn't the case. Constant internal, as well as external struggle, plagued my existence for what seemed like an eternity. There were many things, including this piece of writing, that slowly allowed me to voice how I was feeling, even if only to myself at the time, and one piece at a time I began to lay the foundation of the truly happy individual that I am today.

This is the story of an Indian girl named Y/n who faced so many struggles to be in the place where she is now. But her past made her ice cold. Will, she ever be able to be like a normal girl and express her emotions. When she thought she will be lonely forever fate played a game with her.

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Everest is the most popular boy in school. He's handsome, wealthy, and captain of the football team-he has the world at his fingertips, but he's desperately unhappy. And when those feelings become too much to bear, he tries to take his own life. On the surface, Beverly's different from Everest in every possible way. She's quiet, shy, hard working, and keeps to herself on campus, focusing on her schoolwork and her part-time job, distracting herself from her less-than-perfect upbringing. When Everest returns to school after his attempt, he's in more pain than ever. Discarded by his friends, he draws little empathy and too much attention from those who surround him. But when Beverly and Everest meet unexpectedly in a dusty corner of the old library, they discover together just how rich life can be when given the freedom to just be yourself.

i think, every poet has a different meaning to the word 'poem' but to me, my poems are my feelings, my emotions, my story, my mind and my perspective. i think, poems are emotions and feelings which i am filled up with. so simply, my poems are what makes me 'me'. i hope y'all like them. 🖤 authors note: most of the poems are sad and depressive so if they trigger you, please do not read it.

Clinophile - a person who love to sleep Sleep is just sleep but for a different like me its an escape "Why do you love sleeping ? " He asked I stare him closer "In my dreams you are mine "

this story is basic chapters of my life where i blurt out what i'm thinking, like if i'm feeling happy i'll write happy things, they may not be long but i assure you... they will be very deep.

She is such a mess in her life escaping from the loneliness and sadness. Tiya is hopeful and determined but sometimes she felt that she is all alone like a river without fishes. will she ever be able to find her true happiness???

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION. There are some friends you never forget. It's the summer of 1955. For Ethan Harper, a biracial kid raised mostly by his white father, race has always been a distant conversation. When he's sent to spend the summer with his aunt and uncle in small-town Alabama, his blackness is suddenly front and center, and no one is shy about making it known he's not welcome there. Enter Juniper Jones. The town's resident oddball and free spirit, she's everything the townspeople aren't-open, kind, and accepting. Armed with two bikes and an unlimited supply of root beer floats, Ethan and Juniper set out to find their place in a town that's bent on rejecting them. As Ethan is confronted for the first time by what it means to be black in America, Juniper tries to help him see the beauty in even the ugliest reality, and that even the darkest days can give rise to an invincible summer . . .

It's hurt when you have to bare everthings on your own. you are dying to tell someone what you really feel but no one is there for you. What I want you to know is, you are not in this alone cause you have me who also when through the same road. Let's go through this together 💖

This world is just full of lies. Finding a real person is really hard and if you did you're really lucky. I hope you guys like my story

This is an expressive essay about how being lost and depressed feels like..

He's mythologically hot, a little bit wicked, almost 100% immortal. And he'll hit you right in the heart . . . --- Lila Black doesn't believe in matchmaking, let alone soul mates. So why is she constantly being hassled by the Cupids Matchmaking Service? But this gilded, cherub-bedecked dating agency isn't exactly what it seems . . . and it's about to turn Lila's entire world upside down. It turns out that Cupids Matchmaking is the real deal. As in, it's run by actual cupids―who don't look at all like they do in the paintings―and they have a serious problem with Lila's "match." Because this guy shouldn't be in the system. He shouldn't have a match. And while he's irresistibly hot, he's also incredibly dangerous. Because Lila's true love match is Cupid. The original bad boy of love. And he wants her. Now Lila's once-normal teenaged world has exploded into a mythological nightmare overrun by crime-lord sirens, wrathful cupid hit men, magic arrows that cause no end of trouble, and a mischievous, not-so-angelic love god she can't seem to stop herself from falling for . . .

I write poetries to express, not to impress.This one's not perfect, but I wrote these at my very best. Written by: FadedCraeiun

Another short poems, prose, and things I had written and dug up from the trash, there is an intro to why I called it the way I did, read it for yourself. Just read and enjoy, my garbage. Check out my previous poems and prose on Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and my prologue based on a Vocal Media challenge called The Botflies Libracymbalspoems , check my Instagram

Just feelings! Everything my mind can not hold onto comes pouring out in words. Maybe you can relate to it or you may like it. Excuse me if there are any spelling errors or grammatical mistakes.

This is just a story of me basically. Going into all my struggles I've had in life. I know my life isn't as bad as some people's but it's my story. I'll be talking a lot about my "father" I prefer to call him my sperm donor I'll also talk about my momma. My life has always been surrounded by drugs and alcohol and this is just going to explain how it affects me to this day. I honestly don't expect anyone to read this but if you are going threw life issues maybe give this a read you may like what I have to say and you may not. Here is a little intro into what I'm writing. I hope you enjoy. I remember when this photo was taken I was laying there pretending to sleep and little did everyone know every night I'd lay there crying myself to sleep missing my family and my mom. I got ripped away from the family I was raised by only to be put with my other family who I hardly knew. Many people don't know the feelings I had there or how I still feel to this day that time in my life had a major affect on who I am today.

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

You know what always bothered me about books? The ending. Anything can happen in a book, the ever-changing twist and turn between enemies and lovers, the threatening rise and fall of a society ruled by malevolent sovereigns, the corruption of humanity, and the love of it. Everything has to finish, everything has to end. But with every concluding chapter, every chilling final sentence I find myself hungrily reading late into the night, I'm haunted by what happens next. The aftermath. How does life go on, how can it? I hate the ending, the unsatisfactory tingle in my fingers as I flip to the final 'Acknowledgements' page wishing there was more. A description. A final conclusion. But there never is. Maybe because my life is full of unsatisfying endings. My mother, for one, who died before I even got a chance to remember her face. My first girlfriend, who moved schools one day and never called me back. Not that I cared much for her anyway. And I'm not nosy, I never want to pry into anybody's secrets, I just like to know. I want to know and I want to be familiar with things and sometimes I think I don't want anything to change. But I'll be damned the day my life stops changing. And I'll be damned the day my life actually begins.