Tyler stared out his window of his apartment, looking at the four story drop below. Behind him his parents fought, and when the noise became too loud, he pulled his blade, adding a few more neat lines to his wrist.

Amanda looked out the window of her apartment, wondering if the three story fall would be enough to kill her. The night she didn't want to remember still haunted her. The final words he spoke were enough to make her thrive to be thin. She put a cigarette to her lips, grateful her mother was too high to notice that she wasn't eating...again.

Two different lives, two different stories. Two people living a floor away. Two journals tell the story of lives looking for an answer, looking for a friend, looking for anything at all, any reason to feel alive.

This is a blog that will focus on and raise awareness of the different sexual orientations that exists.

If you have problems with other peoples sexual orientation or reading about the so called alternative lifestyles then this blog is not for you.

Rated PG because I have a tendency to swear a lot.

Inspired by a picture I drew

So um, this is a story I started when I was eight and started posting online about 3 years ago.... It has A LOT of mistakes and I know that but I will be going back through and editing and adding to what I have. I will also be updating it here with further chapters. I hope you all enjoy it and excuse the typos and such until I get it edited

I'm not sure what to say to describe this

just a poem about a dreamer

Not sure how to describe this. Just please bare with me

not sure how to describe it

I've noticed that a lot of people have been asking for people to read/critique their stories. So I thought: why not start a sort of book-review blog? People can see what others think about their stories, and see stories that they might want to read themselves. And thus Just A Few Stories was made. Looking for fellow reviewers. All are welcome, drop a comment or a PM if you want a story reviewed!

the words I thought at one time would be my last...

This has been done before, but here you will find a collection of letters from characters from different fandoms! Any and all fandoms are welcome!! Chapters name will include the name of the character and fandom from which they are part of. Request can be done if any of the writers have ideas.

Now looking for co-writers.

The following is a collection of letters written to offer hope on various subjects, some of which may be triggering to some. It is the writer's hope that the reader shall be touched by the letters, and see that somewhere there are those who care for them, though you may never meet them.

Seeking Co-writers. Please PM me or ElizabethBecker if interested, because we are searching for specific criteria in our co-writers. Also, it would be appreciated if you would like to share your thoughts, comments, or own story in the comments if a letter relates to you. We hope that you enjoy these collection of letters.

Based on the Glee version of Loser Like Me. not sure how good this story will be

just a poem

a poem about a girl and what happens when someone walks into her life

Fanfiction...the wonderful and sometimes terrifying universe unlike no other.

Here we are the characters, and we have discovered fanfictions. Read to see what characters from all fandoms think about the fanfictions written about them.

We take requests though they arent always accepted. To be polite, we wont give the titles of fanfictions however, specific fanfics may or may not be implied. If we make fun of anything you've written and it offends you we have a box of tissues on hand and will gladly throw them at you.

the title says it better than i could write a description for

Pirate story with multiple chapters from different character's POVs

Mason, Addilin, Britney, and Jackson weren't real pirates, but now that had a map, a ship and the four of them making up the crew. Join them as they sail the seven seas following the treasure map, and living the adventure of their life as only a group of teenagers can do.

Book One of A Trilogy in the works.

Allison Craft had one main rule for anyone that wished to rent the apartment about her floral shop. It was simple:No kids, and no pets. So when Mark Lancaster asked about renting her apartment, she knew it wouldn't work, because of his six year old daughter, and two year old blue tick hound. However, just as she was about to send them away, something in the little girl's face touched a soft spot, filling her heart with warmth and bringing about a familiar ache that never seemed to go away. Allison had to admit that Mark was cute, but the country boy was nothing but bad news, just like every other man. She had gone through it once, and she didn't plan to do it again. So why in the world did she find herself spending more and more time with little Hope, even letting the girl help her pick out flowers for arrangements. And what was the one thing Hope wished for on every star, but swore she couldn't tell.

This will be updated as often as possible, but please keep in mind I do have a household to run and responsibilities to uphold. Any feedback is appreciated. Thank you and God Bless.

Just.... Rubber band

ummmm im not sure

​A boy on the ground just as the title says

the story of a girl. a girl that saw no future for herself but created one.

A poem.... Not sure how to describe it

title kind of explains it

Yes, it has to do a mask. No, it does not have anything to do with  mask you can buy at a partystore. Read the poem to find out more....

(Rated PG-13 for mild swearing)

Welcome to crazy, Population: 3.

No thoughts allowed if it makes sense your evicted

Rare opportunity to read the ramblings of 3 crazy girls

NOT FOR THOSE SOUND OF MIND

rated PG-13 if goes to R will be noted at top of entry

A set of poems for those that are on a quest for help

just a letter that I wrote as contest entry and thought it would be nice to post it outside the contest too

There are more genders than just male and female. This blog is here to educate people about the different gender identities that exist and things you  need to know.

If this sort of thing offends you then bye bye, leave now.

Rated PG only because I have a tendency to swear when typing.

my story at 8

not sure how to title or describe this one

just  poem