I was a perfect stereotype of life. Yes, damn stereotype. And then i met him. With his green eyes, with his strange... and his illness. "What would you do if you had only 100 days to live?"- Anonymous "I don't know. I would live, i guess, i would try to live."- Louis. You were the one that i avoided all my life. I liked being a stereotype. You blew it. When banality meets distraction - begins The Degradation.

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink

In which the main character falls in love with the reader. prompt from @depressedwbooks on tiktok lowercase intended enjoy

For it is the ones who fall in love with the ones they can't have, who are the most unfortunate. - In which the main character falls in love with the reader.

Short descriptions and essays

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

One day you've started making paper airplanes which drove me high right into your heart, my utopia.

These are just a collection of poems by one of the most popular and critically respected American poets of the twentieth century, Robert Lee Frost. (March 26, 1874 - January 29 1963) All rights belong to Robert Frost.

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