Projectbreakfree Stories

Each night when I lay down In my bed With my eyes open wide I think about life And the thoughts Which are bottled up Inside me Are slowly drowning me Finally, I had some courage To share my thoughts With the World Comment, vote and share. Enjoy and Happy reading.

Infinity of Love. Not as deep as the ocean but as deep as a knife could pierce through your heart. * A Wattpad romance competition hosted by @Romance for the #loveshot

'Please don't be in love with someone else'

Now is everything and nothing at all. We suffer in silence when we should be speaking. Speaking not only for ourselves, but for everyone around us as well. - note: all different stories with different illnesses on hold

" why do we study history ? " "so that we don't repeat the mistake made in the past" " then why do they still repeat ? " the class went silent ••• a story about high school , may it be read by many understood by all

| BASED ON THE SONG BY ED SHEERAN AND MIKILL PANE | On her thirteenth birthday, Tanya Birkins receives a card. The card brings opportunity and a chance at a spectacular summer vacation. But what happens when everything isn't as good as it seems, when eye thing changes as soon as it's time go? Follow the life of a young, little lady as she tries to overcome her restraints. This story is glued to the Break Free Project, where stories raise awareness for the horrors going on around us. Read this story with caution as it contains graphic content. Prepare to read accounts of violence and sexual depictions.

Promises are books with lovely covers but with empty pages.

In which Roxy Vogel creates a place for anonymous apologies and gets dragged along by a self-proclaimed outcast who lives life through unorthodox metaphors, trash art, middle finger salutes and a lot of other messes. Copyright © 2017 Just_Jae

❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞ Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book. Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)

where a girl calls a bookstore to place a hold but accidentally calls a boy that hates books All Rights Reserved©GloriaSimon|2016

❝Life was all normal for Diletta, till the comments started. ❞ In a world where society decides, how could she see through the wall of lies they had built and find herself ? © solastae 2018. DRAWING FOR THE COVER ISN'T MINE AND CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER

[UNDER RECONSTRUCTION] "Okay, so." I shrugged. "Now what?" This time, Angel did a facepalm. × Every newborn children were each assigned with two Guides; a Guardian and a Nightmare. Both meant to look after the child, to guide them as they grow into their lives, then eventually wither away. There were simple rules, really; a Nightmare must not crossed the line of haunting nor ever kill their assigned Guardian, and a Guardian must not, ever, went against a child's beliefs nor ever kill their assigned Nightmare. Ashleigh, as unaware as the rest of the children, had a pair of the oddest Guides amongst others. A passive Guardian with a horrible grief buried deep in his core, and the strongest Nightmare with an obsession towards mint ice-creams. When Ashleigh suddenly went missing on Sunday afternoon with no tracks and things went horribly awry in her household, the two Guides, whether they liked it or not, must team up together to save their child. Even when it meant being hunted down as fugitives, breaking work protocols, interrupting lucid dreams, or even getting sidetracked by ice-creams. Though, that was mostly the Nightmare's fault. × ps : this book is a mess okok go o d original story © greenleaf 1st person pov. narrated by the nightmare, which would guarantee you both horrible puns and beautiful--maybe weird--otherworldly words and also weird poem montages about ice-creams. (i still have no regrets)

☆ Highest achieved #560 in poetry ☆ ☆ #285 in philosophy ☆ "We love to wander in hopes of having our inner chaos be let known to the world." *Poems fall under the following categories* Emotive Cocktails Night Skies Unspoken Bilayers Violet Violence

In this planet, there are over 7 billion people living. All with different names and backgrounds. No one can tell the future but one can tell of the past. It's not always happy, but we try to move on. We all have stories to tell and someday these stories will be passed on. Will they like our stories, be inspired by it, hate it, relate to it? It will all depend on who they are, I guess.

Since times immemorial the human race has been dragging its feet from the clingy winks of some man-hunting acts and ironically enough, these demons are placed strategically in every nook and cranny of life. There's no time to stop lest we get caught in the gimmicks of these demons and we have our essence laid bare to life's tomfoolery. "The Demons That We Run From" is a powerful anthology that digs deep into "toxins" of life, it exudes a lot of emotion and also tends to nail those dark foes that threaten our sanity. It's a painting of reality and actuality-it's not just a poetry anthology, it's an oracle.

"If the cold doesn't kill you, the wolves will." NOT A WEREWOLF STORY Book 1 of 2. In which an 18-year-old girl flees to Alaska to escape being accused of murder & to uncover what happened to her uncle. Involves two gentle giants. Completed. :) Featured on Wattpad's TeenFiction "Head Over Heels" reading list! MORE INFORMATION INSIDE.

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My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles... but nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn't supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he's blowing it away like it's nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? - Available to buy now - COMPLETE PLEASE DON'T EDIT - I GOT IT Highest Ranking in General Fiction: # 283

'An unfulfilled love story.' They exist in this very minute as we read it.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility. ~William Wordsworth ▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫ lachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ A collection of poems - poems that appeal to the Reader's inner emotions using vivid but intricate images that leaves the reader in thoughts after every read. However, the themes explored are ones the reader will find themselves relating with and identifying themselves with. Discover the rich use of images in each poem along the way. ©Alphawrites 2018