Natalia

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StoryChapter Four- The Punchline Natalia511 years 9 months ago
StoryChapter Five- My Sister the Rebel Natalia411 years 9 months ago
StoryThe White Dove Natalia411 years 9 months ago
StoryLove Lingers Softly ashleyneewriter111 years 9 months ago
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StoryLyn's Death The Plagiarist911 years 9 months ago
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StoryThe Nemesis Natalia411 years 9 months ago
Forum topicPhantom Comments! Coatsley411 years 9 months ago
Forum topicConsidered bad form to repost a revised work? mikepyro1211 years 9 months ago
StoryChapter Three- The Emergency Natalia111 years 9 months ago
StoryChapter Two- The Boy Who Would Not Wake Natalia511 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Predator Natalia411 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Brimstone Brigade - Prologue Bryan Skylar911 years 9 months ago
StorySpanish Tragedy womenwer311 years 9 months ago
StoryWhen Death Stopped By Natalia611 years 9 months ago
StoryPublic Transit kerinablue211 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Memories Natalia411 years 9 months ago
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StoryHeartbeat Memory Jasper.The.Satyr.211 years 9 months ago
StoryMy love for you... thescreaminducer211 years 9 months ago
StoryLetting Go-Chapter One EuphoriaSiren411 years 9 months ago
StoryAccidental voyeur 2 Parson Thru1111 years 9 months ago
StoryMY SOUL TO KEEP - CHAPTER 3 - MARGARET MUTTON 1759-1793 Linda Wigzell Cress911 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Angel of Liberty Natalia811 years 9 months ago

My stories

The Betrayal

I spent half my life Watching you The other half Dreaming about you For an year I woke up earlier Just to Sit next to you I would stop thinking Just to Hear your voice

A Classroom Dream

A glance here A touch there Whispers aforesaid Notes exchanged Buzzing of gadgets Monotonous whizzing Keypads; touchscreens An electronic frenzy The poor woman Standing at the front

Chapter Five- My Sister the Rebel

When I had nothing left, I stopped. I stopped and I cried until I didn’t have any tears left, either. Then I curled up under a tree and tried to sleep.

The Predator

He was small, but not squat, no...no...he was...triangular.

The Unheard Voice

Never once Never once Did you listen Did you listen? A mere whisper Lost to the winds Left to her hands Moulded by his fingers Did you not ask me? Speak to me Incessantly; unheedingly

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