"fellas and shorties, please bang my line."

They say the ends justify the means, but those around Piper don't all think so. [Guts and Glory spin-off/sequel. A Piper Williams character study as told by others.]

FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

The mayor of Toronto collapses and dies while making a speech. The newspaper receives an email -- a fake obituary that claims credit for his murder. The note is signed by a secret society at a prestigious downtown university. Clare Vengel is given her first undercover assignment: to pose as a student, penetrate the secret society, and find out who killed the mayor.

{GIRLS CHASE GIRLS, Book #1} Chronically invisible high school junior Xia Qi gets the shock of her life when her crush Phaedra Barlowe, a girl who embodies James Dean, saves her from a burning car, but that isn't the shock. The shock is when this bad girl with a good soul who could have anyone wants Xia back. *** Webber High girls don't like boys. Webber High girls like 5'9" ladies' volleyball captains who drive muscle cars and chew on their French braids. Webber High girls like outwardly fearless, secretly shaking, mace-wielding gearheads like Phaedra Barlowe. One brave girl wants to be her valentine. This is how she makes it happen. *** •🌈2015 LGBT+ Hot Genre Watty Winner •Featured Story • #16 Short Story (09.10.15) •@lgbtq Community Favorite •1st place (tie) in @FreetheLGBT's 2015 LGBT+ Valentine's Day One-Shot Challenge • a "Rainbow High" Wattpad Pick (08.27.2018) •@YA Big Short © 2015-present Idris Grey Amazing cover by the marvelously talented @RosyKun

Jess is a hopeless romantic. Celeste tries hard not to be. Jess and Celeste are friends (who just so happen to just have had broken up yesterday) (if you even call that friends) (it's gonna work anyway) (right?) Humor #367 Teen Fiction #668

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

❝o god, the son of peleus is indeed a fury; his grief is rolling off in waves of sweat and blood as he brings countless ills upon the achaeans.❞ a rendition of the trojan war in verse [© afterwords 2016] poetry #367