Devon Barnes and her best friend, Dante Granger, have just finished University and move into the third story flat in a gorgeous, newly renovated town house. The excitement of her first place soon wears off for Devon as she notices some strange things happening in the flat. Dante brushes it off as stress from the move and Devon’s new job, so she finds herself trying to work out what is happening alone. With only a two initials scribbled on a piece of paper, she sets out to find who ZJ and SM are. None of the neighbours seem to want to discuss the previous tenants, but when Devon overhears them gossiping about ‘poor Spencer Morgan’ she is halfway to discovering what is going on. Things take an unexpected turn as Dante starts to notice Devon acting out of character, and he is forced to face the truth – something out of the ordinary really is going on.

Short poems to long poems. These are my collection of poems which I have written previously or in the past. They're all based on cutting, heartbreaks, breakups, emotional roller-coasters. I hope you like them & if you do please vote & comment :-)

Poems. Death, suicide, depression, cutting, sadness, loneliness, bullying, hope, religion, love, tears, pain, joy, and more. Read if you want poems and maybe a few one-shots too. But if you want everything to have perfect rhymes, sorry. Look somewhere else. #1 in Poetry on 2/15/2015 <3

This is a collection of poems I've written for about two years. Some are a lot more recent than that, and they cover a wide range of topics. If you don't want to read one, don't. They go in no particular order. Any comments and critiques would be very greatly appreciated! Thanks<3

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

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