Iamber.

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryWake up! Iamber.14 years 4 months ago
Storyperfect imperfections. Iamber.45 years 1 week ago
StoryBroken Words. Iamber.010 years 9 months ago
StoryAn angel in hell. Iamber.010 years 9 months ago
StoryA wise, old man once asked me. Iamber.310 years 9 months ago
StoryA story left untold. Iamber.010 years 9 months ago
StoryA letter to mom. Iamber.210 years 9 months ago
Forum topicShort story- Overwhelming of the heart. Iamber.010 years 9 months ago
StoryUnspoken Twilight. Iamber.110 years 11 months ago
StoryWhen the cobra strikes. (done...?) Iamber.010 years 11 months ago
StoryNo one knows, the other mind. Iamber.010 years 11 months ago
StoryLike an anchor. Iamber.010 years 11 months ago
StoryPrologue (Wrong One) Iamber.010 years 11 months ago
StoryThis wall. (done) Iamber.010 years 11 months ago
StoryI've crumpled too. Iamber.010 years 11 months ago
StoryIncaged bird. Iamber.010 years 11 months ago
StoryFragile soul. Iamber.010 years 11 months ago
StoryThe girl in the mirror. Iamber.214 years 2 months ago
StoryI've... Iamber.214 years 3 months ago
StoryGod's gift, devil's curse. Iamber.214 years 5 months ago
StoryEverywhere, but no where. Iamber.214 years 5 months ago
StoryOverwhelming of the heart. Iamber.614 years 6 months ago
StoryIn or out, mom? Iamber.414 years 6 months ago
StoryIn the vegetable garden Diane114 years 6 months ago

My stories

Wake up!

Chapter 1 He was eerily gorgeous. His shaggy hair was as black as midnight and his almond eyes as green and brilliant as emeralds. He was tall and...

perfect imperfections.

I am a flower with missing petals, my steam bent and leaves a color of grace and delight. I am beauitful, yet ugly as my flaws seek a beauty they don't have.

Broken Words.

Words twist and turn, they are broken against all barriers, crashing us into hatred and insanity. They are what brings us together and what rips us apart.

An angel in hell.

‘We’ll run.’ Momma whispered in my ear. ‘You and me, we’ll leave.’ Her words were like silk against my skin. ‘I promise.’ Momma sealed the deal with those two words.

No one knows, the other mind.

In some way, shape or form we all are house that either has crumpled, or one that will, within, time crumple.

Pages