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Victoria Blackwood Heartache

Poems, and drabbles about the suffering heart

Lyrik und Poesie
Englisch
300 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
381
0

2 poems and a drabble about how love is not always forever. How the simplest action can cause [mehr]

Stichwörter: Poems, Poetry, Drama, Romance, Seperation

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Natasha Estrada Love...or Heartache?

Liebe
Englisch
7335 Wörter
Ab 16 Jahren
1913
22

Leo Adams is a teenage boy that has to move around a lot because of his brother Zyan. [mehr]

Stichwörter: Romance, Fantasy, homosexual and some sex scenes

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Aurora Kryan Two Different Hearts

Kurzgeschichte
Englisch
1466 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
196
4

Two stories and two different hearts. One of love and one of heartache.

Stichwörter: love, heartache, romance, fear

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Paula Louise Shene Daddy ~

The Missing King

Familie und Partnerschaft
Englisch
415 Wörter
Ab 8 Jahren
403
2

Reflective of mores and the heartache that ensues when a parent is only in the picture part [mehr]

Stichwörter: Daddy, fatherhood, Father's Day, heartache

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Will Chandler Did I Wish For This?

Lyrik und Poesie
Englisch
209 Wörter
Ab 16 Jahren
322
0

There seems to be some sort of pattern in life that dictates of our fate or future if [mehr]

Stichwörter: Wishing, Fate, heartache

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Joyce Raley Broken

Belletristik
Englisch
4896 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
669
7

My adrenaline pumps into overdrive, the man chasing me laughing, getting closer. He's not human. Too strong, too fast, too intelligent. He seems to be holding back, enjoying the chase. If I weren't so frightened it would make me sick. He's not quite....right. Maybe it's his non-human instincts. I don't know. Suddenly his laugh is right by my ear. It sent chills down my spine, giving me goosebumps. I can see him reaching for my arm, so I immediately stop running. He whips past me and turns around a few yards off. Then I realize that I'm in the forest. How did I get here, I wonder vaguely. I look around, searching for the city's lights. There are none. The man smiles and I realize just how horribly beautiful he is. It's not right. Yes his features are agonizingly breathtaking, but I know better. His jet black hair comes down to his shoulders, encasing his perfect face in shadow and making his red eyes stand out. His dark clothes are thick, but don't quite hide his flawlessly toned mucles. His skin is pale but radiant at the same time. Abruptly, he is by my side again, wrapping his arms around my waist. "No!" I scream, his arms are like ice. "No, let me go!" He laughs meniacly and smiles as if this is a fun hobby. I pull at his arms, trying to rip myself away, but they are like iron bars. "Young girl, you think you can get away from me that easily?" His soft satin voice makes me freeze. He lets go with one arm, making sure the other still holds me securely, and brushes a cold finger down my cheek. I realize that I was crying, my vision bluring. He sighs and brushes my hair away from my neck and breathing in deeply. "My, my!," He whispered, "You smell devine!" I took in a sharp breath as he brushed his lips softly along my skin. "Let the girl go, Marquez." A calm voice sounds from behind, and the man holding me turns. (Please point out any mistakes I made. It'd be a great help! Thanks) [mehr]

Stichwörter: Broken, demons, heartache

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Kayla Stiles Looking Through My Eyes

The Life of a Cutter

Lyrik und Poesie
Englisch
1607 Wörter
Ab 14 Jahren
284
1

This is a new addition to my books. I am personally a recovering cutter. I used to cut almost every week. I've cut once in the last month, and that was on the night of April 30th, 2014, when the love of my life gave up on me and ended the relationship with me for the final time. I decided that, since there are a lot of troubled teens out there who struggle with this kind of pain, this kind of addiction, I should publish a book on my poetry of my cutting days, then and now. So that's what this book is: a little peek into the life I've led and the pain I've encountered. Dedication: This goes out to the one I had wanted to spend my life with, my ex-lover, Edward Shubael Dimmick. If it weren't for you flat-out giving up on me, just ditching me for someone else, I probably wouldn't be sharing this with my fellow self-mutilators. So I guess, in a way, I should thank you. [mehr]

Stichwörter: Rage, Betrayal, Heartache, Loss

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