Well I thought that this piece was really interesting, but I probably won’t give it a five out of five. It’s just not my type of story, but props for being creative!

okay. so, when i help you, what kind of ending are you looking for? in other words, what do you want to do with the help i try to offer you?

I cried...it's so hard to let go...i wish you could help me personally with this, it feels like the world is ending. I had an on/off relationship and my ex has told me three times that he didn't love me...that explains the "off" part...It's been 4 months...I'm finally ready to move on even though I'm still in love with him..I see him every day at school, but we haven't talked in 4 months...he was my best friend....help? :(

Thank you. :) Only by showing my pain and past can people relate so well to what i've gone through. I believe that is why i've got such great responses

I find it nice that you show vulnerabilty in this peice. Because whether anyone one wants to admit it....everyone has been to this point some time in their life. And if they live long enough they will probably return to this point once again. You showed passion and pain through your words most people can only show happiness and greatfulness. Great job! ;)

hmmm, some of the scenarios i see most often at school, happen to be when guys are completely gaga over his girlfriend, and she just messes with him. As in, he would do anything for her, and she takes full advantage of that. i'm not a guy, but im sure being toyed with like that can not feel good. maybe give some advice on how to handle that? or maybe asking somebody out...thats absolutely terrifying.

i love this. i am going throgh a break up with my boyfriend of a year, and this really helps me get over it. thanks for publishing (:

Please excuse my recent absence from our conversation, I wasn't ignoring you, I promise! Well, I think a good one would be to write about asking someone out, becasue I know that that can take days or weeks to prepare for;; gaining courage... or the regection part... on both sides, haha. Maybe write about meeting the parents, or first dates... I can't wait to read it, whatever it is!

break ups are hard to get over. I know for some reason i broke up with the guy of my dreams and feel like a idiot but this really helped me! Thanks

this was absolutely stunning. i loved it..honestly i didnt want it to end. He sounds like my ex..so painfully complicated. If this was fiction on here you'd get 5stars from me

this was absolutely amazing..i loved it..and if it was a story on here it would be 5 stars

Try writing a break up advice for those who were cheated on

Not much has changed. He's still totally in love with his new girlfriend, and I'm still the lousy exgirlfriend who practically dreams of him every night and still loves him even though he tell her to back off. I've been trying to back off, been trying to look for other guys, and I think I might just be a little crazy.

hey, what scenario should i write a second break up advice for?

hey, what scenario should i write a second break up advice for?

hey, what scenario should i write a second break up advice for?

hey, what scenario should i write a second break up advice for?

Hey, Tamara, what scenario do you think i should write breakup advice for?

hey, if i do write another one, what break up scenario should i give advice for? i'm asking people lol

EDWARD & BELLA...ROMEO & JULIET...JACK SPARROW & RUM...We all have our dreams of love and forever. I give you "DARIAN & CLARA"...WRITERS. READERS.LOVERS...Would you be kind enough to voice your opinion about...

"RAZED EXPECTATIONS"

Wisps of smoke danced into the wintry air from my lips, creating ornate designs that could never be replicated. I carefully tilted the corners of my lips into a smile that I meant to be wry. Of course, it's difficult to articulate emotions that I can't feel, but I find that irony is relatively simple to demonstrate. I inhaled the toxic vapors of the cigarette casually. Its sinister, black cancer couldn't cripple a seventeen-year-old boy with no lungs, let alone a heart.

I glanced in the direction of the horizon, and flinched. The sun was dying flamboyantly, casting its radiant colors across the sky. Its last waves of light caressed my cold, pale skin. I wanted to snarl rebelliously as I felt its warmth slide against me deviously.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

My muscles went rigid, and I had to focus madly on controlling my shaking hands. I would know that voice, that beautiful, disastrous voice, in the realms beyond that of Earth. I grated my teeth, reeling in the disturbing sensations that she unknowingly always aroused in me.

I cocked my body towards her arrogantly, and lifted my mouth into a crooked crescent moon. I felt my eyes flashing, but I worked vehemently to fixate an arctic, hard tone into the dark of my indigo irises.

“I find the sunset lifeless and meaningless, actually,” I countered flatly, and a beat too late.

She laughed merrily, and I struggled within myself as my mind and body became entranced by the beautiful movement of her laughter as the colors of the sun played about her.

“You amuse me, Darian. How can you have such a pessimistic view of the world? The sun will not be lifeless until it disappears beneath the horizon, and the night falls. It’ll rise tomorrow, though,” she said.

I dared not think of her name. I hated the way my soul-if I had a soul-thrilled when her voice lingered over my name. It reminded me of music. I had to close my mind defiantly as I thought of music. I wanted nothing that resembled passion.

“That’s an inane notion that foolish women entertain. You want poetry, and ridiculous vows of forever. You aren’t difficult to read. If you want that sunset to mean something, then you want unrequited love. It doesn’t work like that,” I growled unmercifully, angry at her for unleashing the flood of feelings upon me.