Even in death, the dead speak. ✘ ✘ ✘ An investigation is set off by a pair of sleuths after a recording arrives in their laps from the victim himself, detailing how he set off the very murder that killed him...

Luca Fern has been a girl with a morbid fascination for disguises ever since a case of mistaken identity lead to her mother's murder. Moving to Bottle Island was supposed to heal her obsessive behaviours, but instead it has revealed a mystery that could swallow her whole. As tradition on the island, Altswood High School organizes an annual game called the Hunt: a thrill-seeking contest among peers of seek and eliminate. But this year, instead of an innocent paint pellet, players are being eliminated permanently with bullets to the head. The head investigator, Luca's own father, is stumped as the death toll increases. Soon Luca will be next, and if she cannot bring light to the hidden secrets within Altswood High's traditions, then she too will die in this twisted version of the Hunt.

oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016

live love die, all on the same night.™

the world is on the cusp of its next rebirth, won't you hold my hand to see what we've become? © -immortalitatis beautiful cover by the equally beautiful @hurtcopain

love and loss and language ･:*:･ﾟ☆ no. 1 in poetry june 18, 2019

graced poetic rambles & what-not. lower-case intended.

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

• A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY • • highest rank | #92 in mystery/thriller • Having two business partners for parents meant they worked extra long shifts, and possibly, an addition of night shifts. Therefore, being alone at home in the middle of the night was something Emilia Khafari could handle. Until, that is, her best friend sneaks through her back door dripping with blood that is not her own. { extended summary inside } { cover by @florral }

contrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy