❝its not love if it doesn't burn you alive❞ the tides always carry a part of our hearts away with them as they flood over graveyards of drowned skeletons with liquid hearts still seeping out of their broken ribs. sayra knew cinizia was nothing but a catastrophe－a heartwrenchingly beautiful one, but nonetheless still a...
This is a collection of poems. Some of them are very litteral and some are figurative. I hope by the end, you can hear the silent music I sing through the pages. All of these poems come straight from my mind to the page and very few are edited. Some may not stick to a strick format. I will try to publish at least one...
"I felt like tearing him apart when I saw him holding you and trying to kiss," Leo said, his fists clenched tightly. You could see him struggling with rage and the desire to return and rip the bastard apart. Leo was furious. He had no idea what was going on with him. Why is he interested in this girl? After all, she's...
An insight into the mind of one half of an undefined relationship. - A collection of shorts, poems & mind vomit written for the other half. (Comments, changes & constructive criticism are welcome)
Collection of Halloween-inspired short stories ... Don't read at night ... at your own risk.
"He's the aftermath of a storm; wet pavement and windswept brush. He's the lingering resonance of secondhand smoke; present enough to be known, yet not concentrated enough to blacken lungs." A collection of journal entries that depict a man struggling with inexplicable limerence. (and gay panicking.) 2021, soulbitten.
The people suffer. The royal thrive. Magic runs rampant. Few stand to fight. One caught up in the battle must choose to save ones self and live a life or bliss or take the risk and save millions.
My name is Florence. I own a tavern that offers tea. It's different from your usual taverns, I know, but I have a love for tea and decided to change the common template of a tavern up, you know? This is a serene and adorable story of a girl named Florence, her cat Azazel and her tea saving tavern. Basically a happy vi...
Ara had always been told the legends of old as a child. The legends of King Morv, who was more of a god in the hands of destiny- or so she'd been told. Everything changed, however, when Emperor Samarius took power. She lost everything: her home, her family, her true love, and even her freedom. All life in Covencia bel...
