Iamber.

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
Storyperfect imperfections. Iamber.49 months 1 week ago
StoryA story left untold. Iamber.09 months 1 week ago
StoryWake up! Iamber.15 years 3 months ago
StoryBroken Words. Iamber.011 years 9 months ago
StoryAn angel in hell. Iamber.011 years 9 months ago
StoryA wise, old man once asked me. Iamber.311 years 9 months ago
StoryA letter to mom. Iamber.211 years 9 months ago
Forum topicShort story- Overwhelming of the heart. Iamber.011 years 9 months ago
StoryUnspoken Twilight. Iamber.111 years 10 months ago
StoryWhen the cobra strikes. (done...?) Iamber.011 years 10 months ago
StoryNo one knows, the other mind. Iamber.011 years 10 months ago
StoryLike an anchor. Iamber.011 years 10 months ago
StoryPrologue (Wrong One) Iamber.011 years 10 months ago
StoryThis wall. (done) Iamber.011 years 10 months ago
StoryI've crumpled too. Iamber.011 years 10 months ago
StoryIncaged bird. Iamber.011 years 10 months ago
StoryFragile soul. Iamber.011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe girl in the mirror. Iamber.215 years 1 month ago
StoryI've... Iamber.215 years 2 months ago
StoryGod's gift, devil's curse. Iamber.215 years 5 months ago
StoryEverywhere, but no where. Iamber.215 years 5 months ago
StoryOverwhelming of the heart. Iamber.615 years 5 months ago
StoryIn or out, mom? Iamber.415 years 5 months ago
StoryIn the vegetable garden Diane115 years 5 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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