janwantstobfree : Writing

Dead Men don't talk Chapter One: They're aint no rest for the wicked

Dead Men don't talk Chapter One: They're aint no r..

A Chapter by janwantstobfree


No. This can't be, I thought I was dead. I am dead. I must be. If you're shot in the heart by your boyfriend, you're definitely dead. But not for me...
Dead Men don't talk

Dead Men don't talk

A Book by janwantstobfree


Simply this: Don't talk, you survive.
The Melachonious

The Melachonious

A Poem by janwantstobfree


Oh why does nobody care, oh why does nobody hug me? Maybe if I they found me dead with a knife sticking straight in my heart, maybe they would care. ..
You and I

You and I

A Book by janwantstobfree


A girl names Rosey lives with the last person she thought to live with on a deserted island. Joe Richards, and annoying, cute, jock sixteen yea old, w..
words

words

A Poem by janwantstobfree


any words bravery courage mine love infinte stong soldier rebellious rebel
once in your eyes

once in your eyes

A Poem by janwantstobfree


what you think it is
Morning Dew

Morning Dew

A Poem by janwantstobfree


It's about how you wake up in the morning, and see the radiant morning, before everyone else wakes up, and you breathe in and smell the scent of a new..