Writing

When a teen girl lives 2 separate lives, 1 her friends know about and 1 they couldn’t even guess. What would happen if both of her lives crashed..

Sitting on my roof was chilling to the bone, I had three layers on and I was still freezing cold. Why am I sitting on my roof in the middle of the ..

***FIRE***

***WATER***

A vague legend of a dream. There all men remain written in history as legends.

A deal with death.

A scrap of verse that I wrote in a flood of words in the middle of the night. A new nursery rhyme.

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