Scrivere for the Joy

Could te leave everyone behind for an unknown country? Fighting for your life and the freedom of others.

Could te train with fellow soldiers, have the will to push ahead? Through snow, rain, and mud; everything against you.

Could te stay strong as men fell around you? Bleeding, crying, dying in one anothers arms.

Could te carry wounded fighters missing limbs and crying in pain? Pushed past the breaking point never to return again.

Could te run headlong into gun fuoco as it picks off all of your friends?

Could te kill another soldier forced to fight for his country? With a family back home hoping...

Note: this chapter's from Zoe's point of view.
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I turned away from Ryker. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw cerbiatto, fawn Elliot smiling at him.
    I liked Fawn—at least what I know about her, which isn’t that much. But we did a science project together, so I’ve talked to her.
    She seems nice. Well, she doesn’t talk much, but she has a handful of Friends who she wouldn’t dream of leaving. She’s kept some of them since kindergarten.
    I glanced back at...

Note: This chapters from Quin's point of view. Also, LadyEmzy16 came up with the titolo Tales of a Group of Outcasts, so she gets full credit for that!

Also, even if te don't like it, please commento why te don't like it so I can make it better.
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I walked into the bathroom and sank to the floor successivo to one of the sinks. I stared at the ceiling.
    I was starting to doubt I was ever going to get a boyfriend, o even kiss. I mean, Zoë had her first baciare in fourth grade, and I’m fifteen!
    Of course, that’s Zoë....

My name is Clarissa. Today, our neighbors suddenly moved out, and warned us of the new neighbors moving in. Something like, "Killer. Devil. Wizard." It sure sounded creepy, and I didn't want to meet my new neighbors, but my parents, being their kind selves, detto that they had to make a frutta cake for them.
In the afternoon, when I met the woman, she detto her name was Jainzsott. She walked a black cat. That woman must be really bad luck, I thought suspiciously. Jainzsott lived on Devil's Lane, successivo to my house. She kept her shades drawn, detto she had two thumbs, and that she could take off...

I stood Frozen in the yard for what seemed like eternity, holding that piece of fabric. Could Brett have been taken da the wolves? I couldn't shake the image of Brett being dragged away da those beasts. I went back in the house and texted his cell. “Hey, u home? Where'd u go this morn?” I closed my phone and placed it on the table. The clock detto it was only 7:00pm so I made a sandwich, mom had finally gone shopping, and sat in the cucina listening to the wind howl. I was enjoying the peace, when my phone rang. I jumped off the chair I was seated on and ran to the living room. I scooped...

Dreams Written In Ash (CHAPTER ONE- When The Light Ended)



This is to all my Friends on here who believe in me and believe in my dream’s. But one person who really helped me and has the same dream as me BeautifulBlaze o Daniel,
Thank You...



My Dream



My dream is to make the world a better place.
For te and me and the people to come.
I want peace in this world,
And love,
And harmony.
The world we live in now is curl and cool,
and filled with war.
It’s like we’re all on a wheel of all the angry,
thoughts and feeling’s.
A never ending and every winning
race of hate.
My dream is make the world brighter...

Hey Guys!
I'm glad that te readers enjoyed the first chapter and/or part now here's the secondo one!
And again I'm telling te this please commento if te liked it o if
you found something wrong with it cause I really wanna improve my writing!
I also tried to make it longer than the first one which I wrote in while I was in a hurry.
Carolyn ❤
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Part Two:
Autumn stood there in the dark entrance hall,her cuore pounding against her ribcage like a hammer on cloth, "Hello?" she called but there was no response instead the lights...

I'm a stranger
Just walking on the crossroads,
Waiting for the sun to set,
Hoping the days could go da faster

Oh why did te ever throw me back?
Cuz now I have to be a stranger
Just sitting on the city benches
There's no place in the world for me

Oh say it's not true,
What te told me
I can't live on your garbage everyday
I'm not a stranger in this world

I'm not just a stranger
That no one knows
I don't wanna hide my fear anymore
These city benches are way too dusty

I'm now finding a place for me
You can't keep me inside
Locked up, sewing dresses for you
I'm truly più than te may think I am

I'm not a stranger...