[a short story based on real life events] "dear delilah, maybe i should move on, move on from this friendship, but i can't. i'm still stuck in those memories, dwelling in the regrets and the happiness all at the same time. love, eden" - a story in which i dive into my memories of a shattered friendship in hopes of letting go and moving on. {all names, dates, some places, and some events are fictional but some things are real. it's up to you to decide what's real and what's not - let your imagination run wild.} - 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 2020 © 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮

{Book One of the Broken Series} gone: ; [adjective] 1. lost; hopeless. 2. no longer in existence; dead or extinct. "One day. I promised myself on the murky days. One day I will reach up and touch the stars." Faye Woods was rich, popular, and stunning. Faye Woods was the definition of perfect . But now, Faye Woods is dead. She threw herself off the rooftop of her highschool, Wither Heights, only leaving a diary full of torn pages and sloppy cursive of unspoken words. ~ WARNING: This book contains abuse, violence, strong language, suicide thoughts, suicide, alcohol, death, and anorexia. ~ -Accomplishments- {100 reads} • 30/11/19 {500 reads} • 10/2/20 {1,000 reads} • 3/6/20 {2,000 reads} • 15/1/21 🥇 first place in the perdurable awards

*entry for ONC 2022* prompt seventy: his [her] eyes were cold and lifeless as he [she] stared at me. "you have no idea who i am, do you?" - It's only been three weeks since Vera Watson and her father moved to Goldhurst Lighthouse. She's trying her best to settle in, but it's hard when they're the only non-white family living on the property. And to make matters worse, she's never worked at a lighthouse before. But when a storm rolls in--the first one Vera will experience since moving here--everything changes. In the middle of the raging tempest, Vera finds a strange girl by the rocky shore. Wearing a white dress, her skin pale white and her hair as dark as the night, she looks like a ghost. Thing is, she is. And she's asking Vera for help. © myrawritess 2022. all rights reserved.

*entry for ONC 2021* prompt thirty-three: when a loved one dies, the person is lost. until, they find a jar of fortune notes which leads them to read each one every day. how does the journey start and end? ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Milana Fallaci doesn't believe in love. After the death of her mother and the heartbreak left by her ex-boyfriend, she has struggled to get herself back up on her feet. Connections of the emotion, love, is something she doesn't want to relearn and she wants to ignore the whole meaning of it as much as possible. But when a jar of love letters mysteriously appears in her locker, and a lover from the past waltzes back into her life, her view on the emotion shifts. Not only is she experiencing a sense of hope, but she's also hell-bent on figuring out who lies behind the poems and scribbled writing. Letter after letter, secrets are revealed, truths are spilled and lies are spread. Emotions resurface, bonds are formed, memories are created and the past is forgiven. But what happens when Milana catches feelings? Will she chase after them and give up on the anonymous love-note writer? Or will she choose an anonymous identity over a face she can visibly see? 'Violets are Blue' is a thrilling romance novella that follows Milana Fallaci, a heartbroken teen, on a journey that requires her to open up the wounds she had hid for years, let go of her past and allow herself to follow her heart. © myrawritess 2021. all rights reserved.

❝The four sisters all had their specialties. Like all four seasons, each a bit different. But at the same time, not so disparate at all.❞ The four ladies of South Neaslands were blessed with exceptional gifts, each unique to their own. But what if those gifts were a curse? • • • Written with my friend, Myra Guillou (@myrawritess), in three hours, because we were feeling inspired and wanted to do an experiment Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered in August 2021