Historias de Declarations

Skilyn at home is a regular girl that struggles to perfect her writing skills. She believes that writing stories comes through experience but the experience she has compared to the character in her story is about 2.... out of 10. At school, she's a loner because of a violent side and uncomfortable atmosphere around her. That is, until the Zoom-Boom come and change everything. She experiences the secret sides of herself. What's there left to know?

Poème d'Amour

One of those days

Exactly what you think it is.

Poetry and rants

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A short story of how someone met his first love.

Melanie Vell is stuck in her worst nightmare when she is partnered with her old crush and forced to work with him, that could be the least of her problems now since if she doesn't get at least a 90/100 on this project she might fail the class. But is impossible to work with dark and sarcastic Gale Regis! Especially when Mel thinks she might be falling for him yet again.... the story takes a not-so-unexpected turn when her best friend and Gale's twin brother, Drake Regis, tells her something that might chance Mel's concept of Gale forever...

"Tonight Hermione, we don't give a damn about what people think should be the norm. We be who we want to be. And tonight, I am yours and you are mine. No one will take that away from me." - A night changes everything they'd both been wanting for a while.

A poem about self-acceptance

our declaration of alliance with the Killer Badgers

a collection of all the things I want to say to my love. Some of these are poetry, some letters some internal monologues ect. Everything that was originally from a different collection has it original place included.

I walk towards her, and I don't know what urges me to do so. But I just felt like I wanted, more like needed to be near her. My heart pounding, in a speed of a rollercoaster. When finally, our eyes find their way to each other. Oh her eyes bring me, to diverse imagination. I just couldn't get enough. I love hearing the way my name sounded on her toungue. How she pronounce it with that tone she uses, makes me feel giddy on the inside. Geez. What is she doing to me? _._.._._.._._ A short story, written in the form of a free-verse poetry. _._.._._.._._ 》-ardent-declarations-of-♡- >> © All Rights Reserved 2018 Authentic_poesy

The smell was as hideous as a demon past the seventh gate of hell and yet as pleasant as a field of flowers. It came to me like a messenger, delivering the news. It spoke of a truce, and it spoke of war. It tried to console me, to comfort me, to plead to me against war. It begged with all of its heart, tears as salty as the rain, and cried for mercy. But I couldn’t live with this.