

ScratchLila wonders out in the still of the night, praying a prayer that her true love will forgive her. She was blinded by the temptations of her ex. The man who fed her illusions that inspired her. She breathed in his love and from every pore came art. Despite his intelligence, he was far too selfish to grasp the concept of love. She gave him everything. He kept her there with false hope. Of course she would stay if he gave her the only thing she ever asked from him, his commitment. She even sacrificed the boyfriend who cared so much about her. Well her ex just completely broke his promises and her boyfriend found out. It isScratch


The ArtistThe ArtistThe Artist
She stands surronded by the walls marked in blood. Her only companions are her tools that give her power: a dagger in her right hand, a paint brush in her left. She takes the dagger slitting her tattered wrist once more. "Do you feel that my dear!? You caused me to do this!" she screams. She no longer flinches as if a person could forget how. She screams at the memories that lie buried so deep as if she was trying to pull the roots that caused this out she cuts deeper. She dips the brush through the torn skin into her rich blood and lifts her arm up enough to make markings on the wall. She would prove how much of an a


Hero's of fateHeros of Fate We are forced to walk the globe alone looking for our hero, One to stand by our side forever more, We present them with a poem, Only if we think they are our hero, If they arent our life is meaningless. This is a story of a confused hero who is not sure if he is the right one. She has a story that will not die. For she is the last one how believes in humanity. She is Hannah. I will never forgetHero's of fate
Chapter one, the poem
Dark is my hero, My hero once loved me, He stands by my side, He holds me when I cry
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