im just another writer. who has figured out that since writing is a mental illness, it explains my insanity.
most of my writings are oneshots, and maybe fail, just a bit. a couple are old n pointless and should die but, why not put it up. others r simply ...yea well, i can't seem to focus on more then that lately, after my novel seemed to make itself into an epic fail.
btw my other account is on fictionpress --> http://www.fictionpress.com/~exuberantlilly
so if u have a fictionpress account and somehow stumbled onto the same story as one I've posted here, well i do that sometimes.
btw suicide is not the way. "its a permanent solution for a temporary problem." yea it is, but think about this. who knows what in the great beyond? so who knows if you will have to live eternity knowing u killed yourself because of a reason that seems really big right now, but from far away is not so much. so think again. and go find help. <333333
most of my writings are oneshots, and maybe fail, just a bit. a couple are old n pointless and should die but, why not put it up. others r simply ...yea well, i can't seem to focus on more then that lately, after my novel seemed to make itself into an epic fail.
btw my other account is on fictionpress --> http://www.fictionpress.com/~exuberantlilly
so if u have a fictionpress account and somehow stumbled onto the same story as one I've posted here, well i do that sometimes.
btw suicide is not the way. "its a permanent solution for a temporary problem." yea it is, but think about this. who knows what in the great beyond? so who knows if you will have to live eternity knowing u killed yourself because of a reason that seems really big right now, but from far away is not so much. so think again. and go find help. <333333
- Last seen on Oct 11 10:17 PM. Member since November 24, 2007.
- My mood is , and quote is "waiting for the sun rise to be as clear as it once was...".
- I am a 15 year old girl from New York (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm at school, running, drawing, or listening to music.
- I have 5 comments, 9 stories
My Stories
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A frosty winter's night. the Russian spells written on the walls seemed to cast whispers through the air, smearing their presence from the
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She was his doll, his toy, and she didn’t mind. She knew she loved him, and just him, anything he wanted she would do.
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He yelled fighting words and ran at her, wielding his stolen knife like a dagger.
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Not see what they are doing. Only thinking it's helping. Misconceptions… all of it.300 words, February 21
