Jedna se o příběh na téma Harryho Pottera. Tudíž se jedna o mnou přetvořený svět. Je založen na přátelství, odvaze, důvěře, porozumění, lásce, smutku, štěstí, vzteku, radosti a mnohem víc. Budu zde popisovat jak se náš hrdina vyrovnává se s vím osudem. Příběh o tom jak se nenávist dokáže proměnit v lásku. S lítosti musím oznámit že tento příběh pozastavuji. Nebojte se však nehodlám s ním skončit. Jen si od nej dávám na chvíli pauzu. Připravím si kapitoly a slibuji že se do příběhu vrhnu po hlavě.

Soubor básní, příběhů a myšlenek. Nejsem básník, ale rád píšu.

The Icewing prince Iceberg was born with a magical gift that hasn't appeared in his royal family for years. He had the mysterious animus powers that were so rare in every tribe of Pyrrhia. He was taught since his very young age, that every animus dragon that ever appeared in the tribe had one big purpose in life - delivering a gift to the whole tribe, that would benefit everyone. A catch was, that this was the only spell that he could ever cast and when gifting the tribe, he had to give away his animus powers for good. As he slowly began to reach his seventh birthday, his Mother- Queen North- grew very impatient with his gifting ceremony. By the time an animus turned seven years old, he had to make his gift. But Iceberg never liked the idea of giving away this awesome magic, casting only one spell in his entire life. He wanted to explore his power and try helping everyone he could. Some things just don't go according to plan though and Iceberg has to face terrible twists that may deprive him of his own life. (PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS STILL ONLY A FANFICTION ON THE BOOK SERIES WINGS OF FIRE BY TUI T. SUTHERLAND)

Basically a guy who tries too hard to be cool writes a fanfic on his own life. If you like reading unholy stories from a teenager who goes through shit, this is for you.

My journal and some shitty poems. This is a real life story... TW: mature themes, violence, sexual abuse, sh, mentions of suicide, trauma