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Reaction Insecurities gnawing ripping your insides to   shreds Fears lies secrets pain struggles bottled up shook up until chemicals   react and an explosion ignites

I can't sleep. Mind awhirl. Gears turning. Lights blinking. Please, put pen  to   paper Let the ink  drip   out Release my thoughts Send me into a slumber Of technicolour dreams Or Nightmares in black and white. Drain me. Exhaust me. So that my book and eyes may close, So that they can flutter open tomorrow, Fresh, clean, awake, ready to start anew

Book 1 Rain hit the broken windows. Thunder roared and shook the room. Lightning clapped and sent light into the corner where Elijah was curled up. Initially, this abandoned cottage on the seaside seemed ideal for his needs. Concealed, forgotten. However, he now realized he had been horribly mistaken. The crumbling foundation and the rotting rafters along with the putrid smell of fish was far from perfect. The saltiness of the air made his eyes water and the sand on the floor was rough and dried his skin.     On a makeshift bed made of holey burlap sacks covered in stained rags (which also reeked of fish) Elijah tried to trick himself into

I love going back but hate seeing what has changed. What would it be like had we all stayed the same? If we didn't move away or grow up Would it have changed had we all stayed the same?

She dove into the water, every inch of her body feeling rejuvenated as she kicked her smooth, toned legs, deeper, deeper, deeper. In the clear water, she saw distorted images of brightly coloured fish, vibrant coral, and thin, finger-like aquatic plants. Her ears popped from pressure as she touched a piece of the sandy bottom with the toes on her right foot. Barely aware of the fish nibbling on her ankles, she looked up, the filtered sunlight reminding her that this watery paradise could only distract her from what awaited on the hot, dry suface. I'm only human, she thought, as holding her breath became extremely uncomfortable. Reluctantly, w