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The lipstick trembled before it slipped trough my fingers and landed in the sink. I let it lie there while my dark eyes studied the line it had pai..

A monologue short about complicate feelings and confuse thoughts.

This is a story about a boy and a girl, like many others before. She was fifteen and he was seventeen...

circles of smoke going up and down it's all what's left of what we had once...

There should be nothing about the society we all live in to hold us back from who we are. Sadly there is...

Something that has been bothering me lately.

Charlotte Noir Writing