Iamber.

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
Storyperfect imperfections. Iamber.41 year 3 months ago
StoryA story left untold. Iamber.01 year 3 months ago
StoryWake up! Iamber.15 years 9 months ago
StoryBroken Words. Iamber.012 years 2 months ago
StoryAn angel in hell. Iamber.012 years 2 months ago
StoryA wise, old man once asked me. Iamber.312 years 2 months ago
StoryA letter to mom. Iamber.212 years 2 months ago
Forum topicShort story- Overwhelming of the heart. Iamber.012 years 2 months ago
StoryUnspoken Twilight. Iamber.112 years 4 months ago
StoryWhen the cobra strikes. (done...?) Iamber.012 years 4 months ago
StoryNo one knows, the other mind. Iamber.012 years 4 months ago
StoryLike an anchor. Iamber.012 years 4 months ago
StoryPrologue (Wrong One) Iamber.012 years 4 months ago
StoryThis wall. (done) Iamber.012 years 4 months ago
StoryI've crumpled too. Iamber.012 years 4 months ago
StoryIncaged bird. Iamber.012 years 4 months ago
StoryFragile soul. Iamber.012 years 4 months ago
StoryThe girl in the mirror. Iamber.215 years 7 months ago
StoryI've... Iamber.215 years 8 months ago
StoryGod's gift, devil's curse. Iamber.215 years 11 months ago
StoryEverywhere, but no where. Iamber.215 years 11 months ago
StoryOverwhelming of the heart. Iamber.615 years 11 months ago
StoryIn or out, mom? Iamber.415 years 11 months ago
StoryIn the vegetable garden Diane115 years 11 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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