academy
a story where two boys meet at boarding school.
i should just put this on hold already- the mOst inconsistent updates you've ever seen extreme cringing + witnessing of awful writing ahead read at your own risk
i was feeling inspired to write some tratie, because there really isn't enough written about them. { started: may 2020 } { completed: january 2021 }
" 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 " why'd he leave, why'd he disappear ? " 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 " why was shattering so easy, " 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 " but putting the pieces back together was an imp...
" 𝑖'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝒃𝒆𝒅. . . " - a collection of poems written by yours truly - " . . . 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 . "
n. - the warmth of the sun in winter a collection of short stories i've written
what happens after a person dies? aryn grey wants to find out.
" when rome's in ruins " - handlettering by yours truly - " we are the lions, free of the coliseum "
drabbles for nico + will whenever i feel like writing them ! no update schedule ; writing when i'm inspired prompts welcome !
what colors symbolize to me | not-quite one year later
" you and i walk a fragile line " darling - you're haunting me. " can't turn back now, i'm haunted "
we found wonderland. our mistake was pretending it could last forever.
'paint me as a villain,' she'd said once in rich tones, seeping from frayed edges in unmistakable artist's ink, 'and perhaps it will stick, hm?' my entry for the tiny tales writing contest! COPYRIGHT RESIDENTMESS 2021
❝we'll survive, you and i❞ ➸ f. scott fitzgerald the story of a boy named campbell told in snippets from the ages of seven to twenty-seven; the tale of enduring transphobia, dealing with a divorce, the death of a parent, falling in love, and maybe even finding yourself along the way.
Sol Juarez has been obsessed with Valentine's Day for as long as they can remember; between the roses, the heartfelt confessions and the pretty cards - the disgustingly sweet day is practically begging for their attention. Every February, the school buzzes with cute notes and secret admirers, and Sol wants nothing mor...
"What has a son of Demeter ever done to stop Mother Nature?" He asks, dubious. Metis shakes her head, "Now, nothing. Later...' Her voice wavers. She clears her throat and looks back at him. "It has already started," Floriano catches her stare at his blackened veins. He hides them behind his back, his sleeves being use...