Fair warning to anyone reading this: I wrote this my junior year, and it's bad. It reflects who I was at that time and does not reflect who I am now. Please take that into consideration when reading this dumpster fire. A social hermit, Penny Andrews lives the normalist of lives: attends a public school with many...colorful...people. Goes home to a loving mother and a comfortable home life. Falls asleep with vivid dreams at night, just to repeat the cycle again the next day. Until she goes to a party where she meets the one person that will throw her life out of focus, changing her life forever. In an adventure of self-preservation, the beauty of protection, and the comfortableness of finding the one who gets you, they live a life of the normalist of things. (Fanfiction for a friend.) Highest rank: #131 in ahs #20 in Tate

❝were all a little crazy, aren't we?❞ © riggsnpeters // wattpad a short tate langdon story

it's the summer of 1993 and adeline valkit just settled into her new home beside the murder house. she's quick to meet the strange neighbor boy.

What if there was never a Violet? {Discontinued Indefinitely}