Jack and Ursula. Separated by language, family, and trust. But when Jack sees Ursula for the first time, crying as her dad screamed at her and left, he can't understand what he feels for her. With a flick of his wrist, and a pebble, their worlds interlock. Each chapter is written from the perspective of each, as they cannot communicate through words, only the strange feelings they find for one another. *********************************************************** So, um, hi! I'm Abszigail, currently trying to write this book. Please read it!

A poem about what goes on in a psychopath's brain

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]