the book thiefhere's to the boy with the flaming heartthe book thief5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
who taught the girl to love
who never got his kiss until death stole his words
here's to the man with the feather hair
who always stood up after being knocked down by fragile words
who taught the girl how to be happy
here's to the cloth-draped wardrobe woman
who regretted not letting the girl
truly see what her heart contained
here's to the accordion man
who taught the girl how
here's to the girl
who was able to learn everything from the special people
and learned how to lose all of them
but to get the young jew with the words to return
because hope always remains
here's to death
who is haunted by humans
Lightning Lia Book 1 Chapter 8: TMNT SeriesChapter 8Lightning Lia Book 1 Chapter 8: TMNT Series5 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
How Friendly Fire Saves A Relationship
I found myself standing on top of a building in the middle of the city, trying to think back on how I had gotten here. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep. Where am I? I looked around, spotting the old rerun movie theater across the street and finding comfort in it. I smiled to myself, remembering the movie night. Something wasn’t right about it though. I walked closer to the ledge cautiously, trying to get a better look at everything.
The once maroon colored brick walls of all the building were now all neon green. The sky was a light pink hue and the tree leaves were a bright yellow. The few clouds floating in the air were a dark purple. What is going on?
A car sped down the street, spraying black water all over the brightly colored walls of the buildings. I took a step back and looked to the horizon. All the skyscrapers were the same neon green, the sk
Rowanoak Island: Chapter 1Rowanoak Island: Chapter 11 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was dark when Nalia got home, but it usually was. Her mom, being a Vampire, preferred the dark, and since Nalia’s father was never around to say anything about it and Nalia herself had wasn’t allowed to say her opinion on anything, Kimora kept the lights off.
Nalia felt her way to the wall and walked to the stairs. At the top, she slipped her shoes off so she wouldn’t make any noise and wake her mom. Kimora hated to be disturbed, and she had a horrible temper.
When she got to her room she felt for the light switch. On the ground below it there was a cloth. She grabbed it and stuffed it under the door so the light wouldn’t seep under the crack and shine into her mother’s room across the hall. Then, she turned the single light bulb on in the center of the room by pulling the string hanging down from it. It barely lit the room, but it was better than nothing. Having electricity in Sarako was slowly becoming a rare thing as the town slowly deteriorate