Mud Stories

we seek the thrills in every piece of literature by imagining ourselves as the charming conquering hero that wins everybody's hearts in a brilliant adventure tale. beauty is in the eye of the beholder. so what if this time, we transformed the mundane into something beautiful by changing our perspective a little?

George Weasley was of course, devastated after the Battle of Hogwarts, when his equal had died. A few years later, he met Cindy, who became the joy of his life. George finally decides to propose to her, and together they go on the adventure of a lifetime.

Rachel were always the one her friend's go to when they need help getting out of trouble. So what happens when a group of guys came to their school and claimed they were a band from X Factor? None of the girls would believe them until they had real proof but that still didn't stop Rachel from falling for one of them. We know them as BIB (British/Irish Boys). You know them as One Direction. :)

It's y/n birthday, today you are officially sixteen

This story is continued and recreated from the original one

Welcome to a tale revealing an inspirational journey from beginnings of a mundane, dead-end existence to the political global hotspot of a country preparing for war against the US and it's allies and then on to a modern day quest for love, ultimately found in a most unlikely part of the world. Along the way are thoughts, observations and emotions mixed in with quizzical short stories, pop poetry, jottings, snip-bits, enthralling images and an underlying bent towards finding the lighter side of all things which pop up in the course of events. However, an undertone transcends the entire publication of never, ever give up. Enjoy the stimulation...

meenis dates a worm but his heart gets brocken </3

Lucinda is the girl who never gets credit for the things she do. Being the girl other girls run to for a makeover to impress a 'player', she never gets anything out of it. Having trends she started be stolen from others and being the one called the 'follower' is not a life she wished for. Then one snow night, a small girl comes knocking on her door claiming to be her wish. But Lucinda doesn't recall ever wishing for something or someone.

A story of L<3VE, H8, & ACCEPTANCE. Dorothy has a dream that could change her life. In this dream she learns a valuable lesson. She is taught this lesson through different people with very diverse personalitys and traits.

This is one of the many short stories I have written. I wrote these stories using a technique I have recently learned called Flash Fiction.

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John is a boy with peculiar interests, in a town of distasteful dislikes. What could go wrong? You think, why not find out for yourself...

People are taken out of our lives and others are brought in for a reason. Loosing her brother in a car wreck made Scout stronger but more secluded. Nate helps her open up and Scout helps Asher open up. But getting Asher out of his arrogant ways is harder than it seems.

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December 7 &nbsp; ORIGINS Pain-filled interactions with people better suited to be left alone changed me in the way of acceptance.&nbsp; Wretched relationships with people made it difficult for me to have a loving relationship with the world.&nbsp; I had imprinted as a fledgling on sarcasm and ridicule, bitter milk that starved my expectations of kind response.&nbsp; I could not greet the world eagerly.&nbsp; Having never embraced the world I failed to hang on as it turned.&nbsp; I slid on my face and hands.&nbsp; Mud covered, I try to keep an open mind and attempt a connection with this spinning orb. Color your emotions. * Flight 548 What a happy flight wing to wing, smiles, good cheer, the air is kind, sweet, dry, easy to breathe. I am so blessed. &nbsp; I fly to destiny watching the traveling baby circus play around me. &nbsp; Giggles and drool surround me, infuse me with glee. People wander the isle looking like well loved characters from long forgotten books and we soar. &nbsp; Time does not pass any more quickly this way, but it is similar to time in heaven rather than time spent in hell. &nbsp; &nbsp; Vlog: http://youtu.be/3cbyYoE_W-E &nbsp; You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/Sober-On-The-Way-Sane/dp/1440417342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1388576888&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/More-Lines-From-My-Life/dp/1448677203/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1388576956&amp;sr=8-1&amp;keywords=More+Lines+From+My+Life

The second collection of poems about darkness and evil. This collection will have everything from zombies to nightmares. Collection 3 is now published, so please check that one out as well.