*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

This is a jukebox musical script based upon One Direction's songs, as announced on my TikTok. The soundtrack's playlist can be found on my Spotify and YouTube, details are in Ch 1. A story about 5 boys last night of summer and how love changes them.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

How do you stop feeling numb? After the tragic death of her famous father, Lila Sinclair must face two different obstacles: An abusive Ex boyfriend that broke what was left of her heart And a curly headed singer, who is keen on making Lila feel Alive again. How do you stop feeling numb? Warnings: self harm, abuse, r*pe, panic attacks, smut, and some horrid flashbacks.

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

(complete) we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning. © 2014 polaroidlou

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Jane Myerson pours her soul into her romance novels by night, during the day she's a lonely woman hiding behind her plump ass. Max Reynolds is a fitness YouTube star plagued by a string of unhappy relationships, the last ending in divorce. Tired of hiding his pain with a smile, he spots plump Jane. If he fixes her outside, it might heal him on the inside. With her book tour four months away, Jane accepts Max' offer. On his shelf are worn, dog-eared copies of her novels. He's an ardent fan. She can't bear to tell him the truth about who she is as day by day she falls for him. Book 1 of the Plump Playwright series. Trigger warning: sex, weight issues AVAILABLE: https://books2read.com/u/mdDPnw OWN IT! Copyright 2018-2090: Sevannah Storm No part of this work may be reproduced without the permission of the author.

darby eden is a lovely mess of words and thoughts. and isn't italy such a wondrous place to be healed? "Only those who love feel this frightened hope, and I never wished to succumb to such a grandiose nightmare." "Per te, mio sole." "Per te, mie stelle." - set after hs1 & fine line - read for hs3 HEAVILY BASED ON MUSIC, BUT ESPECIALLY "GOLDEN" BY HARRY STYLES. TW- mentions of suicide started (started writing without posting yet): 08/20/20 #1 on lilyjames #1 on poem #1 on sunrise #1 on hs3 #2 on mitchrowland #3 on golden #6 on literature