Unwritten Stories

Excerpts of unwritten stories/books.

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"You are made of the stars, You are a part of the universe. The universe gives you a part of itself, in order to give you life. The universe gets affected, Every time someone dies, Because we are not existing in it, We are part of it's existence. Don't think you are nothing, You are part of the universe. Baby, you are a star. And, when we die, The star the universe gave us, To give us life, Returns to the night sky. If we left, the universe would be very sad, So it holds our life source where all can see. Live life like a light, So you may shine beautiful when night comes. Remind the universe you love it, By loving yourself. you're a star, baby. ✨" Excerpt from an Unwritten Story #43 // the story of the stars part 1.

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May my name never leave a bad taste in your mouth Excerpt from an Unwritten Story #42 // names

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His golden hazel eyes appear fierce; as though they could start fires, as though they are fire. Excerpt of an Unwritten Story #41 // fireeyes

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Growing up isn’t so bad. If you ignore the constant struggle. All you have left is freedom.

Excerpt of an Unwritten Story #40 // grown up

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You know you're happy when you're content with death.

Excerpt of an Unwritten Story#39 // what is happiness.

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When I found out I had to leave I considered not saying goodbye. If I didn't say goodbye you wouldn't forget me.

Excerpt of an Unwritten Story #38 // saying goodbye

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Only a fool underestimates the power of a dream.

Excerpt of an Unwritten Story #37 // dream

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I’ll drown my sorrow in alcohol. I’ll dry up my pain with the burn of the liquor in my chest. Every sip I take will bring me closer to sanity.

Excerpt of an Unwritten Story #36 // Confessions of a teen drinker #1

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“24/12/2015

Dear Santa Claus, All I want for Christmas is to smile again. Oh, Mr Santa, Won’t you please take my pain away?

27/12/2015

Santa, It’s okay you didn’t get my heart better. I’m getting the pain gone. Bye.”

Excerpt From an Unwritten Story #35 // letters to Santa

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If it is my forgiveness you seek you need do nothing but ask. Nothing but ask. And perhaps. Perhaps a bit of repenting.

Excerpt of an Unwritten Story #34 // forgive and repent

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I went swimming today and for the briefest of moments I found myself sat on the bottom of the pool. Time seemed to have frozen, it was as though I was in an unknown place. It was calm, it was quiet, and for the slightest of time I wondered whether or not I wished to return to the surface.

Excerpt from an Unwritten Story #33 // drown.

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The person living in my skin is suffocating. you can't see them, but I can. They're curled into a ball, they're crying, they're screaming and they can't breathe. I need someone to reach in and help them out. No ones coming. I'm on my own.

Excerpt of an Unwritten Story #32 // the suffering inside the sane

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I have a voice, one I shall use. So I will speak and sing, perhaps shout and yell, with the intent of being heard. And I do pray you too use your voice, not with selfish intent, but with intent of bringing kindness to the world. We truly are the future, we must make it bright for our own selves. We must use our voices now more than ever to stand against what is not right and to stand for what is. Sing with me, shout with me, let us bring a candle to the night that is life.

Excerpt from an Unwritten Story #31 // light your candle

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When you live in a small town your reputation is your livelihood; the second people think you're a murderer you're a murderer, even if you never killed no one. On the flip side, if you're a child prodigy you can't do nothing wrong, even if you do kill someone. There's a fine line between murderer and child prodigy, one I walk every day.

Excerpt from an Unwritten Story #30 // Reputations of a Small Town

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"You cannot fix what is not broken, babe." Excerpt of an Unwritten Story #29 // not broken, just depressed

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I spent far too long being in love with the wrong person. I spent far too many days dreaming about you.

Excerpt from an Unwritten Story #28 // kind of a love story

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I’m sorry for never realising how much you were caring for me from the sidelines, while all I did was find reasons to hate you.

Excerpt from an Unwritten Story #27 // an apology letter