❝Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting off, but not without my muse❞ Henry always liked to take care of flowers, and Liliana Alarie was one flower that he would take care of for forever.

For fans of The Secret History: When Charlie arrives in Edinburgh to start university, he soon meets Xi and Liliane, the best students of the literature faculty. At first cold and distant, their mutual interest in literature brings them together. As time goes on, Charlie falls for Xi, only to realize that Xi and Liliane were luring him in to use him for their criminal activities: stealing a medieval book. Feeling betrayed, Charlie falls down the rabbit hole of loneliness and fighting through adolescence. A coming-of-age story about loneliness, anxiety, friendship and the question of what role the humanities play in today's modern society.

Elizabeth Osborn re-explores the hole that left a part of her open. Never feeling completely whole again. The university years she once thought was a fairytale turned to be the darkest hours of her life. The music that used to be so beautiful suddenly became jumbled notes creating a horrible piece. Leaping just from one year to another, she tries to shake the feeling off. Trying to convince herself that Raymond Montgomery deserved whatever happened to him. Does death trump any sin that the victim has ever conflicted to anyone? She thinks so. Seven years later, after trying to subdue the madness that she and her other six so-called 'friends' did, Elizabeth tries to see if they were really able to move on. Or is it slowly eating them alive just like her? Or Maybe, just maybe, Elizabeth has become the ghost of Raymond's past life. Trying to get some peace for herself and for the others involved. The Degree of Dissonance is a story that will make you question your own morals. The one that would bring you a sudden fear of reality. This is what happens when music, obsession, friendship and love takes a twist and ends up drawing blood. The question is, how far does it actually go? --- GENRE: Thriller | Murder Mystery | Dark Romance | Dark Academia DISCLAIMER: I edited the book cover for this story, but I do not claim to own the images as they are from Pinterest. Also, for every chapter, there's some sort of image to match the theme of the story, again, all images are from Pinterest so credits to the owners. Note: I DO NOT PERMIT ANYONE TO COPY MY WORK OR TRANSLATE IT IN ANY WAY, NO MATTER WHAT PLATFORM THAT COULD BE.

I don't remember much from high school. I found most classes boring aside from history and science. One of my favorite lessons pertained to the sun. My teacher informed us the sun is ten thousand degrees. I tried to picture it but couldn't considering mere hundred degree weather feels like the hottest kind of sweltering. I found comfort in knowing nothing on earth could burn as bright as our neighboring star- until I met the grecophiles that is. They were like planets in a solar system, much larger than earth with an unimaginable gravitation pull. All centered around and shining being who kept them in line. I was intrigued- and into the orbit I fell.

"The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings" - Plato Henry Winter x fem. oc !not my original characters except my oc! obviously the story is based on Donna Tartt's book.

"𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕?"

her fleeting mind is his fatality { HENRY WINTER.} ©havenscars2021

"You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?" "Yes. Does that frighten you?" "It excites me" In which a young glamorous aspiring politician who goes by her infamous nickname "Dionysus" for her reckless behavior catches the eyes and heart of Henry Winter Henry Winter x oc

just some imagined moments from the secret history

Niewychylność słowa Ukryta w cieniu drobna istota Z każdym dniem coraz więcej przemyśleń lecz to życie jest obsypane nie małym pesymizmem W głowie tylko schemat codzienności i nie chcą zabiegać o rozwiązanie tej wiecznej tajemniczości Upierają się przy wolności słowa lecz doznają zwątpienia i ulegają zawiłości która jest rozwiązana przez uczonych Lecz oni również są istotami ludzkimi i to tylko domysły które okażą swą prawdziwość w dniu ostatecznym Mam wiele pytań lecz dlaczego muszą mieć one inne wartości? Czy róża zwiędnieta jest mniej zawiła od istnienia ludzkości? Człowiek i róża mają mało wspólnego? A ja dostrzegam coś bardzo zbliżonego Kolce róż? niczym ciąg krzywdzących słów niczym języki upadłych aniołów które za życia w kolce różane obrastają Uschnięte liście? widzę w nich ludzkie sumienie które próbuję się przegryźć przez gniew i uparcie płonące płomienie A zwiędnieta głowa różana? To właśnie ludzkie serce które kierowało się oznakami miłości lecz wyginęła przez puste mądrości To właśnie ludzkość różana tak piękna lecz zawiła zarazem przez wszystkich opluta lecz nieraz była obiektem westchnień