(Y/N) is known to be the shyest and most beautiful is school. At school she is kind and sweet. However, when the school closes she is abused and hurt by her parents and her older sister. Many scars caress her back and a scar crosses her eye. Everyone says that she gained that scar in a car crash, and they all love her and her beauty is not diminished by this scar. 

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(Y/N) = Your Name    (L/N) = Last Name          (H/C) = Hair Color      (E/C) = Eye Color            (S/C) = Skin Color

Lana always considered herself as an expert in playing people's feelings. She manipulated every guy she met and took them for granted. Most of those unfortunate guys always ended up hating Lana to death, but what if one day, she accidentally ran into someone who didn't manage to give up on her no matter what happens?

Insatiable desires cannot be stopped. 

Young and mentally disturbed Annabelle Swain has been sent to live with her distant relatives in the heart of rural Florida, tucked away on a farm safe from any troubles. It does not take long to realize something is deeply amiss on the farm, and it is killing off her relatives. Annabelle is soon faced with a choice.

Completed 9/29/2018. Revision completed 10/3/2018.

One day, the world was suddenly tormented by a high concentration of frequency wave unheard by human ears. It was detected by radios, TVs, computers, and etc. But a few people had heard it. And those that did suffer from a mild migraine to an unbearable, head-splitting pain that was followed by vomiting of blood and uncontrollable hallucination.

After a day of suffering, those affected became monsters; monsters with an appetite for humans.

But—there were also those that became . . . something entirely else. . .

Darya Thiel is a young, innocent town girl. She is thrust into the real world of Aishaya without a veil to cover her when she is forced to work for the wretched, corrupt queen that mercilessly slaughtered thousands of her people. While doing so, catching the eye of the dashing prince of Aishaya and realizing her strange gifts of Sorcery.

Elias Ranulf is a boy forced to work for the hopelessly corrupt Royal Guard. After his concealed fury and hatred shows to the captain of the Royal Guard time after time in the training sessions, he catches the attention of a young, fiendish Royal Guard spy captain higher up in the ranks. He is moved to Dornith, the city of the Queen, and performs her wretched dirty work for her.

And here we are, with the players behind the curtain waiting for the lights to dim. An alchemist with a wounded past, a covetous god-king, a soldier waiting to die, a boy born from a corpse, and others in the this world so familiar. The Old World is long gone, with only ruins of steel and stone left behind. Now what kind of world will be left for the ones who come next?

I have done some REALLY short stories based on famous poetry by famous poets these include My Last Duchess by Robert Browning and 'Out, Out' by Robert Frost.

These poems do deal with some serious issues so, please take remember that while reading.

Every story ever told has been about the princess and the ones who have kidnapped her. But no one ever tells the story of the dragon. Ava is powerful and she knows it.

Ava wants the throne back and she will stop at nothing to make sure her darkness reigns supreme. But while she undergoes her plan to take over the world, she fails to notice the real issues at hand.

Will she finally awaken from her spell and stop her future from being destroyed? Or will her power make her blind until the very end?​

My best friend Ashley’s roommate Purity had a sister named Clarity.  They all lived in Phoenix.  Purity was coming to LA to audition for the role of Wonder Woman at Six Flags.  Ashley and Clarity were coming with her.  But Ashley wanted to see improv shows at Improv Olympic all day.  Which left Clarity taking her sister Purity to Six Flags alone, and Purity was going to be in fittings and taking photographs all day.  Clarity could have gone with Ashley to Improv Olympic, but improv wasn’t her thing.  That left Clarity wandering around Six Flags by herself for an entire day.  That’s where I came in.

My job was first to give all three girls a place to stay (the small apartment I shared with my friend Mike) and second, to accompany Clarity, who I had scarcely met, around Six Flags all day while Purity tried out to be Wonder Woman.  Believe it or not I was not excited about this proposition.  I had only met Clarity once.  She had a boyfriend, a kid (though a very cute kid) and the idea of hanging around Six Flags with a stuck-up Phoenix bitch who I wasn’t allowed to flirt with was not my idea of how to spend a Saturday.

Plus it was a little complicated for me, see.  I was renting cars from the airport at that time.  Even though I had a good job, I didn’t have good credit, so I couldn’t buy a car.  Every three weeks I went to the Burbank airport and exchanged vehicles.  It was way more expensive than actually buying a car, but like I said, I had the money to buy a car, just not the credit.  We do things very strange in America.

Purity and Clarity weren’t rich, but they weren’t going to be happy with some economy Citroën that was good enough for me but not two Arizona girls who had high-class taste and I didn’t want to hear about the car all the way to Six Flags so the first thing I had to do was rent something a little more upscale to impress these women.  Not a frigging Mustang, just something where they’d look at it and go: Matthew must be doing well and say, “This is nice,” and get in and I wouldn’t hear another word about it.

So there was that: there was the car.

Then, additionally, I had another problem, which is that I had been at my drug dealer’s house for about seven days snorting crystal meth, and when you’re in a run like that it’s sometimes hard to bring the outer world into focus, if you know what I mean.  Realities like your three friends are coming to be houseguests for two days are hard to connect with, as events that are actually going to happen that involve you participating in ways other than being high on crystal.  Like you’re going to have to get off your ass and drive.  And you’re going to have to carry on conversations with people who are not high on crystal meth.  People who are high on crystal meth can talk to each other like family.  Ditto people who are not high on crystal meth.  But mix the two and you might have problems.  I mean I was in a different fucking world.

Then I had to walk around Six Flags with a woman I hardly knew, on no sleep, while I was coming down.  Coming down from crystal is hard enough without being thrown into a difficult social situation.  And since Clarity is Purity’s sister and Purity is Ashley’s roommate and Ashley is my best friend, it’s kind of important that I’m nice to Clarity and show her a good time.  I’m basically responsible for making sure Clarity has a good day while her sister auditions for Wonder Woman and if there’s anything you know about crystal meth it’s that crystal meth and responsibility do not go in the same sentence.

So this is the problem I’m faced with, people.  My meth run is being interrupted by a bunch of high-class primrose bitches who somehow are going to stay at me and Mike’s two-bedroom apartment, while Ashley goes off to watch improv comedy all day and Purity—who I barely knew—and Clarity—who I knew even less—did Six Flags for up to one entire day..as long as it took Purity to audition.  When I say primrose bitches I’m being a little harsh.  I just mean girls who put on makeup every single day, who do their hair and carry purses and freshen up their lipstick at regular intervals and wear chains and multi-finger faux-platinum plates that say Clarity and Purity.

Like, my drug dealer is my friend, ok?  She doesn’t wash her hair, I’ve never seen her take a shower, she sleeps with her dog—and me—and her skin is all fucked up from doing at least one line of meth every day (by which I mean ten lines like continuously throughout every day).  She doesn’t paint her fucking fingernails.  She doesn’t go to the spa.  She doesn’t get her cuticles done or her eyebrows plucked and this is the type of girl I’m used to hanging out with.

Clarity and Purity didn’t have a pristine upbringing or anything, but they come across like they did.  You have to go digging with them to find the dirt.  I’m used to girls whose dirt is on the surface.

My defenses were up, I admit.  I was skeptical.  I wasn’t looking forward to this.  I mean Clarity is a beautiful chick—so is Purity.  They maintain themselves.  The way I met Purity?  Ashley took me in when I was homeless.  These aren’t the type of girls who would ever be homeless.  They’re up here—I’m down here.  Me and Clarity being thrown together—just the two of us—for an entire day at Six Flags, was an artificial situation to say the least.

Read more: https://files.persona.co/49728/Clarity.pdf

Sometimes life isn't what it seems. Finding your way through the maze of paths can be disheartening and frighting. Follow this journey through soaring highs and abysmal lows overcast by mystery.

*Trigger Warning*If you struggle with mental illness and/or the following, this story may not be suitable for you.

• Suicide Ideation• Self harm

*This list may be subject to change as the story develops.

About the projectMy struggles with mental illness has lead me to express my experiences, thoughts, and emotions through many different mediums. Writing happens to be one of them. Time to time I would go onto my Tumblr and write short stories or poems and never post them. After a few years I had accumulated a small collection of written pieces that I went on to finally post to the public. Met with enough good feedback I decided to take most of my writing and post them on sites like this. Now I'm just waiting to see where Faded Blue takes me.

How Faded Blue came to be is easy to explain. As to why I write these stories will hopefully be explained by reading the collection. Currently their is no foreseeable end goal for Faded Blue.

Message to the reader

I hope you enjoy reading Faded Blue! Comments, constructive criticism, and suggestions are greatly appreciated.

*Parts of the collection have been used in contests as pre-written material.

What originally was an intentionally fresh and fun travel experience has become a blend of anxiety and terror stalking in the corner of Cays’ mind. As the should-be therapeutic holiday turned into a concurrence of nostalgic but painful experiences from the past, Cay has yet again been driven into his own turmoil.

As each passing stop and city, Cays’ retrospection about his past is not helped or worsened by Judas, his travel companion whom he met not long ago before the trip. Judas is as mysterious as Cays’ sudden occurrence of past events. Yet at the same time, a timely company.

As the duos’ travel nearly reaches the end, Cay succumbs to his darker side of despair and self-destructive nature. Without Judas’ companionship and inhibitive feelings growing for him, Cay may lose his mind completely, or somehow be led by the mysterious companion to find retribution that he solely thinks he deserves.

This novel speaks of life, or of a broken individuals’. Cay seeks redemption, while Judas follows his own sense of direction in the way of living. As they venture from one beautiful city to another, will the benefit of staying together outweigh the increasingly awkwardness between the two? And will Cay mentally survive his past haunting and become whole again?