Hey! Umm.. thought i would post my fanfic on here to 'promote' mine abit moree hahaa.. this is a non twilight fanfic but i DO have one on my spot.. go check it out
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A tale of salvation, sorrow, fear, pain, insanity, abandonment, grief, recovery, forgiveness and mercy. Tears of happiness. Sobs of sadness. A mixture of emotions melted together to create a bittersweet story of love, loss and forgiveness.
Enjoy!
Reckless is my middle name. Cliff diver, Dirt bike racer, Rock climber, Mountain runner, scuba diver, cross-country runner. Challenge with me anything and I’ll take it. Head first. No second thoughts. I do what I like, when I like. Life threatening? Pfft. Extreme? Give me a break. Now I may make myself sound sporty and out-going. I’m not. I do it because it helps me forget. Hard, intense sports instead of sorrow. I put all my effort into it to help the sorrow go. Effort. Attempt.
I don’t give much effort to school though. Head down and get on with it. I get sneers from behind. Deadly looks from the side. Pity from home. Pity from school. The sneers are jealously. I am beautiful. Beautiful and blonde. Blue eyes, full lips, pale skin. Slim body, thick hair. Long lashes, small feet. It’s me. I don’t revel in it though. I can’t change me, I live with this. Outfit 1: Hoodie, jeans, boots. Outfit 2: Hoodie, jeans, converses. Outfit 3: Hoodie, jeans, trainers. I hide my face. I don’t talk to anyone. I don’t want to. I don’t need someone to tell me to get over it. I don’t need someone to tell me it will all be ok. It won’t. It won’t ever be. In the end the ones you love, you lose.
My name is Aislinn, and on the 13th November 2009 the one I loved died.
You can call me Ash for short, he called me Ash.
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A tale of salvation, sorrow, fear, pain, insanity, abandonment, grief, recovery, forgiveness and mercy. Tears of happiness. Sobs of sadness. A mixture of emotions melted together to create a bittersweet story of love, loss and forgiveness.
Enjoy!
Reckless is my middle name. Cliff diver, Dirt bike racer, Rock climber, Mountain runner, scuba diver, cross-country runner. Challenge with me anything and I’ll take it. Head first. No second thoughts. I do what I like, when I like. Life threatening? Pfft. Extreme? Give me a break. Now I may make myself sound sporty and out-going. I’m not. I do it because it helps me forget. Hard, intense sports instead of sorrow. I put all my effort into it to help the sorrow go. Effort. Attempt.
I don’t give much effort to school though. Head down and get on with it. I get sneers from behind. Deadly looks from the side. Pity from home. Pity from school. The sneers are jealously. I am beautiful. Beautiful and blonde. Blue eyes, full lips, pale skin. Slim body, thick hair. Long lashes, small feet. It’s me. I don’t revel in it though. I can’t change me, I live with this. Outfit 1: Hoodie, jeans, boots. Outfit 2: Hoodie, jeans, converses. Outfit 3: Hoodie, jeans, trainers. I hide my face. I don’t talk to anyone. I don’t want to. I don’t need someone to tell me to get over it. I don’t need someone to tell me it will all be ok. It won’t. It won’t ever be. In the end the ones you love, you lose.
My name is Aislinn, and on the 13th November 2009 the one I loved died.
You can call me Ash for short, he called me Ash.
