LostInTheBladesReflection
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About Me
Kayla Davis
Melbourne, Australia
29.11
14 Years Young
Single Pringle
I Don't Bite So Follow Me
Anti-Jocker
Follow me x (:
Kayla Davis
Melbourne, Australia
29.11
14 Years Young
Single Pringle
I Don't Bite So Follow Me
Anti-Jocker
Follow me x (:
And other stuff..
No nutella virgins ~ Miami Heat ~ Boost ~ Ugg Boots ~ Drake ~ Frank 0cean ~ Cuddles ~ In Love ~ Life ~ Tumblr ~ Texting ~ Make-Up ~ Pretzels ~ Gelato ~ Chicken ~ YOLO ~ ❀
Currently Writing My First Witty Story !!!
Split -> Check it out ill love you forever xoxo
Character Profiles, Updating soon...
To be continued (':
No nutella virgins ~ Miami Heat ~ Boost ~ Ugg Boots ~ Drake ~ Frank 0cean ~ Cuddles ~ In Love ~ Life ~ Tumblr ~ Texting ~ Make-Up ~ Pretzels ~ Gelato ~ Chicken ~ YOLO ~ ❀
Currently Writing My First Witty Story !!!
Split -> Check it out ill love you forever xoxo
Character Profiles, Updating soon...
To be continued (':
Y.O.L.O
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Guys i need some help, im getting my first tattoo on my wrist i need some ideas on what to get? Like quotes etc.
Plot twist: When someone writes just me? and it actually is.
Comment your name and ill write a boys name
that sounds best with yours !
Doing all (:
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Months ago all i
saw was imagine if
guys were on witty
Now guess what, there are. Shut up and stop complaining.
Format: twilightgirl995
Split.
So i have been writing a story for some time now, and i have a few short chapters up for sample. So what do you say Witty sisters, can you help me out, Fave if you will read it and give me some feedback?
Chapter Two: In 1996 i was four, but then again, who were you to say four was a young age. Just learning how to walk, how to talk. The big things. No one notices the little things a child goes through, but then again rarely anyone goes through what i did at any stage. Who would expect a four year old, to pick up a blade, to know how to use it for good, let alone evil. But i am Katie Fletcher, the name that no one will forget. I outsmart the good, yet outwit the evil. I made my cuts look accidental, something they were far from. Living on a farm it was easy, rolling down hills, climbing trees, possible targets for injuries. My mother was barely around, 6 hours a day but that was only when i was 3 on christmas, she never stayed put. I was raised by my older brother Malacye, until i was 9. He turned to alcohol, and a regular abuser to any source of drug he could get. Leading to a night of regret. I could have called this story something like 'Spare' or 'Strike' instead, because half way through my family were dropping like bowling pins. But thats all apart of the story. Leaving the remaining pages to how i grew up as a city girl, in despair. Letting all the people i loved around me down, although i had no one. Except my sister Mellaya. To her i must look so weak, but i am just another one of the wounded, the dusty. She is not a Fletcher, she is a Collayte, She is one of my mother, not of my father.
Split.
So i have been writing a story for some time now, and i have a few short chapters up for sample. So what do you say Witty sisters, can you help me out, Fave if you will read it and give me some feedback?
Chapter One: I am a wreck. Nervous, Vulnerable, but more often then not Neutral. I live the average life of an expected teenager, though only on the outside looking in. Coming from my town, books don't get oftenly read, so judging from my cover you would never know, never read too much into mine. I have a natural powdered coloured skin tone, just a light peach tint colours my skin, year round. My hair is recognised as a washed out blonde, just like the sand, rolling down just under my ribs, resembling the waves. My eyes, a dull green, what 'they' left behind. At least that was what my dad told me, i only heard those words twice a year if i was lucky. My dad brought a smile to my face, no matter what, a large differ to a plump stiff lower lip to which burdens me today. My dad, burdens me today. I wish it could have been a story to tell. I came from an abusive family or My dad changed the world or My dad saved people. But no, he only changed my world, although he isn't saving me. What he left for me behind, is slowly tearing me away at the insides. But you don't know me, and if you take time to read my story, You still won't know me. But i'm judged by what i tell, if you make it out, your in for a great deal of suffering and pain. But your the lucky one, the character. As for my cover is covered in cuts and scars. I am Katie Fletcher. I am neutral. Nor happy, Nor sad, but more often then not Emotionless. After my dad left, the real story began. But this is the last you hear about him, as this is the last i speak. As for now, i am telling, showing. Little do you know, this story is not written for my own purpose, not for yours, but for the ones who can't express the most of themselves. As for my story my be fiction, the faults that lie within our own are not. So if it speaks for you, as long as i can help someone else, i am not helping my self. I do not need to be helped. I am Katie Fletcher.
Split.
So i have been writing a story for some time now, and i have a few short chapters up for sample. So what do you say Witty sisters, can you help me out, Fave if you will read it and give me some feedback? I'll provide you with a bit of an insight.
Insight: Katie fletcher is the name, life if her only game. That is until she turns 18 to realise she has bigger responsibilties then taking care of her self, but her little sister who is apart of this game to. Katie fletchers superhero never came to save her, even when he was the one who wrote the book himself. Her father, The no show. Her mother, The villan. So who is exactly the vitcim in this book? Katie Fletcher, The daddies girl who has to grow up? Mellaya, the little sister who should never existed? or Malacye the one who dies, maybe he is the hero of us all.
Introduction: The thought of death fails to elude from me, although that should never have been a thought to cross the trails of my mind to begin with. The though that carried the ice cold story, through my veins. Telling a delicate story of my wars, worries, one for each wound. Beginning with the end of time. I am katie fletcher, 17.
The lines i wear around my wrist,
Are there to prove that i exist.
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