"You're a demigod. What's your name?" "Mackenzie." The boy in front of me narrows his eyes as if he is debating on a decision. Black hair falls into his face but he doesn't move it. He is twisting his skull ring around and around on his finger. Finally, he holds out his hand, gesturing for me to take it. "Come with me."

|Highest rank #2 in Short Story| Ambrosia "Amber" Underwood is a seventeen-year-old high school junior with warped perceptions of the world. She has no friends, only acquaintances. No boyfriend, only a vague dating arrangement with a jock. A lover of routine and a hater of change, Amber spends her nights at the old lighthouse in her dull town to battle insomnia. But when a teary-eyed Dylan Frost shows up at the lighthouse one Friday night, Amber's carefully constructed life is thrown into chaos. With his cappuccino hair and ocean eyes, Dylan starts to change everything, one song and one night at a time. ||completed | cover by @strayinspace | all rights reserved||

Playing Cupid is hard enough as it is, but when Sora Lee accepts a deal with Rylin Carter, the devil finally seems to meet her match. Love isn't so simple after all. Or is it?

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈. · ----------------- · 𖥸 · ----------------- · This poetry collection contains sensitive and potentially triggering content, such as substance abuse, self-harm, and suicidal ideation. Read with caution. · ----------------- · 𖥸 · ----------------- · Cover photo by 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗮 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗼 via 𝘜𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩. Design by 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀.

a collection of feelings and redemptions. © all rights reserved 2017 | kimi

"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

from the bottom of my broken heart

xvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55

❝as if.❞ ⤷in which this isn't poetry but leftover sadness. [poetry] {completed} (#135 in poetry 12/27/17)