Iamber.

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
Storyperfect imperfections. Iamber.42 years 1 week ago
StoryA story left untold. Iamber.02 years 1 week ago
StoryWake up! Iamber.16 years 6 months ago
StoryBroken Words. Iamber.012 years 12 months ago
StoryAn angel in hell. Iamber.012 years 12 months ago
StoryA wise, old man once asked me. Iamber.312 years 12 months ago
StoryA letter to mom. Iamber.212 years 12 months ago
Forum topicShort story- Overwhelming of the heart. Iamber.012 years 12 months ago
StoryUnspoken Twilight. Iamber.113 years 1 month ago
StoryWhen the cobra strikes. (done...?) Iamber.013 years 1 month ago
StoryNo one knows, the other mind. Iamber.013 years 1 month ago
StoryLike an anchor. Iamber.013 years 1 month ago
StoryPrologue (Wrong One) Iamber.013 years 1 month ago
StoryThis wall. (done) Iamber.013 years 1 month ago
StoryI've crumpled too. Iamber.013 years 1 month ago
StoryIncaged bird. Iamber.013 years 1 month ago
StoryFragile soul. Iamber.013 years 1 month ago
StoryThe girl in the mirror. Iamber.216 years 4 months ago
StoryI've... Iamber.216 years 5 months ago
StoryGod's gift, devil's curse. Iamber.216 years 8 months ago
StoryEverywhere, but no where. Iamber.216 years 8 months ago
StoryOverwhelming of the heart. Iamber.616 years 8 months ago
StoryIn or out, mom? Iamber.416 years 8 months ago
StoryIn the vegetable garden Diane116 years 9 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 stem 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.

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