Writing

There they were...standing before me. HAPPY.

I remember that night; the night before I caught myself into the mess I got caught into today. I was lying on my bed, staring at the top of ..

When you're in great grief, there's no solution to it rather than crying sorrowfully and the desperation for death.

A little girl is crying in the distance Nobody knows why She it sitting alone Saying good-bye A little girl is all alone In a dark, depressed p..

This was also written in 9th grade, haha, and yes it is a memory of Freddie

Picking up the pink roses, her favorite, I made my way to her grave. Even in death our love only grows stronger.

She sees herself in the ornate looking glass, Sees her icy blue lips, Frozen from words that have since been lost. She sees the pale sunlight ref..

A short story about the sadness of being taken captive. (I'm bad at summaries) Rated Teen just in case.

Continuation of the prologue.

Love can end well, but in Peter Spektor's case, a happy conclusion seems... unlikely, in it's lightest sense.

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