he had loved her blindly... metaphorically and literally. (Short story) ©WeTukAChonce_ [cover by: soundthealarm]

Harry's jaw tightens, and she can see that he isn't focusing anymore. He picks up the pace of his steps, just like she had reminded him to do countless times before. To her surprise, he's doing it right this time. He is doing everything perfectly, but she can't figure out why he looks so tense all of a sudden. That's when the unthinkable happens. © 2015, huckleberryharry

❝My name is Kendi, I am six years old and I like the colour yellow. In my village, I see people die and people's hearts get broken. But in the summer of 2014, I saw two people fall in love. In Africa.❞ in which two people come to understand that africa is not just a place for charity. © purelyhxrry book 3 ; paradox series. c o m p l e t e d

Harry is a single autistic father, ready to prove his love for his little daughter and willing to break the ableist stereotypes placed on him. This is a heartwarming story, following Harry's growth while making friends and finding love through a common love for comics and milkshakes. Book 1 - Coloured Series.

A story about Harry set in a post-apocalyptic world, trying to find his way back home.

❝When I was a young girl, I imagined I could be anything I wanted to. I could be a princess, with beauty and grace, who would hold out hope of finding her Prince Charming. I could be a warrior, slaying the dragons and proving my bravery and honor. Even in the smallest sense, I could be happy. Yes, in a child's mind, I could've been anything. But all those years ago, I never could have fathomed that I would be a victim.❞ in which innocence is lost and love is found. © louminosity 2015 COMPLETED: August 31, 2015. cover by: @scxlpture

We're the misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. It is our duty to go against society. We have no respect for the status quo. We are The Rhombus of Freethinkers.

'If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you' _ mature content @teecaakes covers

"I just need a ticket to the next flight that's taking off. I'll take anything," The Heathrow Airport employee is taken back as I rush up to the check-in station, practically demanding a plane ticket. "Please?" "Are you sure, sir?" The employee asks while trying to hide the fact that she's becoming flustered. I nod my head. "Okay, so the next flight seems to be..." She clicks a few keys on her keyboard then a few times on her mouse before coming to a stop. With every second that goes by the more anxious I become. My heart pounds against my chest like a hammer in anticipation of where I'm going to be starting my new life. "Well? Anything? I told you that it could literally be anywhere in the world." "Hold on, sir," She tries to pull a professional smile, but I can easily see that I'm beginning to aggravate her. "The next flight is to South Carolina in the United States, and it's going to begin boarding in about fifteen minutes. If that is where you choose to-" "Sounds perfect. How much is it?" I interrupt her. "And make sure it's a one way ticket. I have zero plans of ever coming back."

"That's the thing about time, you don't think anything is changing until you look back and realise that nothing is the same."