To notify you this is a random fanfic that I just popped out of the blue
18 year old Veronica May is alone. Her 18 year old -what a surprise- twin Vanessa ran away from home the day after her 17th birthday taking with her her little brother - SamApparently she was saving the ones whom she really loved from the wrath of her Mother. Her Father had mysteriously gone missing on the girls 17th birthday after buying them matching necklaces in the shape of butterfly wings. He never came back. Nessa gave up everything for her brother. But Ronni could not give up on her life, not that she had much of one anyway. But when Ronni receives her A-level grades (four amazing A*s) she realises she has nothing. Not even her sister.
- T'est cute quand tu t'énerve. - Okay. -Taylor. Taylor Caniff. Alia & Taylor Caniff
This is a fictional autobiography of an award-winning journalist by the name of Geoffrey Cunningham.Raised in the eighties, in a small but wealthy family, his father dead when he was only eight, he decides to strike a different path for himself as a grown up when he was supposed to carry the emblem of his family business with aplomb.After achieving distinction in his chosen field of journalism, as he is pressured to pen his story, he decides to anchor his personal narrative in a string of characters who affected him growing up and since.He begins in the thick of personal drama, at a moment in time when the rug was virtually pulled from under his legs. It was a seminal moment that forced him to reconsider his identity, his future and everything that had happened so far in his life.Now, he has decided to write as an experiment, breaking his lines after ten syllables as in blank verse, though metrically not sound, still aiming to be as lyrical as the story of a journalist's life may be. So readers will find some passages and lines of more or less lyrical quality, while others in plain crisp language, the sort you may expect a journalist who is penning his own story to use.There is a visual quality to the passages due to the constraint of the ten-syllable rule. The ten syllable lines are continued over breaks for paragraphs and dialogue, a convention used most noticeably in Shakespeare.
This poem is a sonnet that I wrote. It is inspired by love and the lack of love in todays brutal society, the cold blanket of snow representing the beauty of the natural world and the coldness of the human world in which we live.I hope this makes people think. That is all I wish for.
Inevitável. Foi o que ela pensou quando terminaram o relacionamento naquela virada de ano. Ethel e Allen, o casal inseparável, se separou. E a promessa que ambos fizeram naquele mesmo dia não deixou de perturbá-los durante todo o ano. O que Ethel talvez não admita é que, apesar de tudo, qualquer coisa sobre Allen é, inevitavelmente, inevitável. "Porque algumas promessas foram feitas para serem quebradas" *Short-fic; *Também postada no Nyah!; *Escrita para o desafio de Ano Novo do grupo Desafics;
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