SKYE

Lots of chapters out

I hate when I'm starving, eat two bites and then I'm full. LIKE WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

New chapter of Gold rush out now!
          I'm too lazy for sneak peaks....

Chapter one of Blondie! The rewriting is out now
          
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          Hey," Leah wiped her tears, looking deep into her eyes. "We'll be okay. Alright. One day, we'll live in a big candy house and eat pancakes for breakfast with so much syrup it'll be disgusting. And mister frog and all your little friends can join us and have their own bedrooms and it'll all be okay. We'll live far away from daddy and mommy. Far away from any danger. It'll just be the two of us, till the very end. Okay?" Leah smiled.
          
          "Do you pinky promise?" Kailey asked.
          
          Leah smiled, lifting her pinky finger up. "Pinky promise"

Chapter ten of Broken Love out now
          
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          So, I bet your wondering what Lucy Jones said to Rafe Cameron on that one summer afternoon. If she ended the relationship or if she was too blinded by her own heart and did nothing. I'll tell you. I'll tell you the whole story. But, do you know that one song where it goes like..."Living is easy with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see" if not, that's okay. I don't expect you to know the most popular band in the entire world. But, that lyric or...lyrics.....was what Lucy was too afraid to admit. The Beatles, they wrote about it. They admitted it. Maybe it was a metaphor, but for Lucy Jones....during her teenage years; during her entire life even...those lyrics cut deeper than a blade. Yet, she was too afraid to admit it. She hid from it like a vampire in the sunlight.
          
          So, no. Lucy Jones did not accept reality. She did not break up with Rafe that day. She only smiled. That sweet smile that could make a cold heart become warm and say, "I don't know Rafe Cameron. How bout you come to my house and find out?" Little did she know back then, that every single thing she said to Rafe Cameron, every time she showed mercy, everytime she let her heart blind her from what was happening in front of her, her future only got darker and darker.....but this time, there wasn't anymore flashlight.
          
          Because the flashlight ran out of batteries. And Lucy sat in that dark room sulking with only her mind to keep you company.
          

Guys don’t listen to Skye she’s a devil she’s trying to blind you guys with that sesbian lex paragraph it’s in REALLY good detail guys…..

Guys go read Risk on my account trust

Chapter thirteen of Gold Rush out
          
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          Ameila had lost Chris. She was Not strong enough for this. She would always Mess it up, she would always end up be right where you left me, alone on that floor. She would always be Happier than ever. She knew the end. Did he Mean it? The words that left his mouth? Would they stay Friends? God, she missed him and she was sorry for that. She thought he was her Daylight, but maybe he was her Black Out Days. She wished she never had grown up. Never Grow Up she wanted to tell her younger self. It's not worth it. It won't get Better. Don't get Older. Collect Wishful thinking, she knew that it's Hard to sleep but you could do it, she wanted to say. Living wasn't the Best, you'll always feel Unsteady, it'll always be Difficult, you'll want to Block yourself out Ameila wanted to say to her younger self. She thought she Felt Good about Chris. God, she took that Risk. It was Tough Love and she Let it Happen. She just wanted to be Close to him. But she was Cool, she wanted to say. She'd handle it. She'd get over it. She won't cancel anymore Appointments. Why is it that The Man of the situation always win? She wanted to tell them as they watched her on the floor, "don't blame me" but she didn't. All she wanted was Chris, she just wanted him to Stay. It felt as If she was 21 all over again. She wondered, was this for real this time? I guess she was right about one thing, love is embarrassing.
          

Chapter twelve of Gold rush out
          
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          Chris arrived at Ameila's apartment, opening the white door. "Hey, it's me!" He hollored in the house as his voice echoed.
          
          "In here!" Ameila hollered back from her room. His heart skipped a beat, his palms collecting a thick layer of sweat. He wiped them off on his sweats. He felt the white light beaming down beneath him like he was on a stage, in front of a crowd. Crowds never bothered him. Well, they did at first but going on tour suddenly made that fear slip away like a balloon in the air, just slipping away from reality and it soon felt like a movie. But in a good way. They made plenty of memories on that tour. Memories Chris Sturniolo would cherish. Cherish like it was his own child. Because memories was the most important thing to Chris. It made life worth living. Making memories with fans, with friends, family, it gave Chris this thrill. This happiness to live. But underneath that overwhelming white light in Ameila's kitchen, he hated crowds as he saw everyone he loved, everyone he knew watching him with disappointment wrapped around their faces as if they were presents and the disappointment was the wrapping paper. Shaking their heads as Chris suddenly felt like he would never leave that moment. Like his shoes were glued to the floorboards. Suddenly his breath got heavy. Pupils widening. Why did they keep staring? Did they know what he felt?
          

Chapter eleven of Gold Rush out now.
          
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          "Let's just go to bed" Ameila wanted to change the topic, regretting talking to Chris about this at all. It was just the nightmares were becoming too much. It became every night. Reoccurring. Over and over again. And it always started the same. Her speech about the election. Then sometimes the dream would shift. The shooter looking directly in her eyes, eye contact before he pulled the trigger. The gunshot ringing through her ears until they bled. She just wanted it all to stop. Then, she came to the realization then that she want what was happening to her to stop, but she wanted if all to stop. She wanted her heart to stop beating, she wanted the blood in her veins to stop pumping, she wanted her lungs to stop breathing. She wanted the bullet to go into her heart and shatter it. She wanted to bleed out on that cold stage. But everytime, she woke up.
          
          Chris would never understand how she felt. Nobody would. It just felt so....draining. Like a leech was on her heart sucking out all the spirt inside her soul until there was nothing left. Like a picture frame getting burnt until all there was left was ashes. Like flowers suddenly dying as the sunlight left and the moon returned. And photosynthesis cannot occur with no more sunlight. And lately, it felt as if there was no more sunlight. No more flowers. No more photographs. No more joy. Just....a dead corpse walking around with no thought in mind.
          
          Apart of her just wanted to die. She didn't want to be here anymore. The night kept reappearing. She felt numb. Like she was floating outside her body. Like she was a walking skeleton."