Bravado Stories

It was hard for me to grow up, being surrounded by men who only valued lustful satisfactions, such and sex, drugs and money. I was never a fan of any of those things, so that forced me to go on a path of my own, during that journey, I discovered my own philosophy. A philosophy which values having principle above all.

Just a poem I wrote while listening to a song from a talented musician by the performing name of "Damu." If you're interested in hearing the amazing song, you can find it on soundcloud under the title 'Fatboy skinny - HABIT23.'

A new home is being built on the Mountain, Elizabeth Rolls is quite infuriated at the new neighbor she never wanted. Will Elizabeth win the battle for the view or will she become taken by the view ( other than the wilderness). Something wild and dark is waiting in this story, it comes in a 6 foot three rock solid cold man.

After eighty people get kidnapped, a collection of terrifying games begin. Short death games, longer killing games and horrifying voting games. Trust can be the biggest ally... or the greatest weapon. Who will live and who will die? How many will survive?

"Are you sure?" he asked like it was just like when you choose something na napaka gaan. but hell. for me para along bibitayin sa mga panahong to. Feathers and Pins. kaway-kaway. ako'y nagbabalik! nawa'y magustuhan ninyooo~ 🐹 -Ms. Mobby~

There has been a lagend, for more than hundred years old, about blond haired girl whoes parents were killed. She run away this day, with no place to sleep and nothing to eat. She maneged to survive on her own way. Most of all fighting. Fighting for herself and her dead parents. People named her Bravado. Bravado as brave. She really was brave. Or, she still is.

Poetry

Everyone must face their fears at least once.

Everything is Possible If You Do Hard Work ...

brielle has no life, so she writes here on wednesday.

Who knows what truths lie behind the schoolyard fictions of youth? Do we really want to know - for what if the truth was never really hidden? What if we knew it all along and had to look anyway; even though we knew at the time, just as much as we do now, that we really shouldn't have..?

(COMPLETE) I get fucked up at the bar one night and wake up in the hospital the next morning. Then I lie about remembering what happened.