|| a featured story || Aurora never planned on spending her final month alive falling in love. When she meets Gus, a curious boy who is all too eager to waste away the days with her, she finds herself trading in her month of solitude for a month with him instead. Under the summer sun, they promise each other a forever they don't have. All they have is August, and they try to make it enough. [Features a commissioned bonus chapter for the JCPenny #DreamPromposal contest] __________________________ Alex Light © All rights reserved 2018

Several months after a tragic mistake, a rift remains strong between Ellie and the man she loves. While she wishes to end the everlasting heartache and guilt, dreams of getting back to how life used to be keep her from taking distance to a whole new level. But closed ears, hearts, and minds make for bare progress, and Ellie finds she can only seek peace in her dreams. With their marriage on the brink of ending, will Archie find the forgiveness to save it? And can Ellie ever find it within herself to forgive and move forward? cover by dysanic

"To live is to be haunted"

We could call her Adelia, as long as we had extra bread in the house when she came in at night.

I'm fine I'm fine I'll be fine. | A story told through verse. WARNING: Because of the themes I introduce in this book (eating disorders, strong language, and self harm), Wattpad has rated this story mature. HOWEVER, I personally recommend this to be PG-13, so don't be afraid to check out "I'm Fine" if you're okay with reading the above subjects. In short, this book isn't for everyone. Just read the tags. But if you're interested, please continue forth and enjoy this emotional ride. And lowercase is intended. | #1 in poetry - Apr. 21st, 2016 #2 in poetry - Mar. 24th, 2016 #3 in poetry - Mar. 13th, 2016 #4 in poetry - Mar. 7th, 2016 #8 in poetry - Feb. 24th, 2016 | Fiction Award Winner for Poetry 2016 |

Life is sick. Life is cruel. I'm just living the same nightmare over and over again. I'm just living the same pain over and over again. Darkness suffocates me and flashbacks ignite inside my mind. I just can't seem to get out. My real name is Annabelle Jones and I'll just have to tell you the truth. Life isn't always as it seems. * Under major construction right now. Warning: it is extremely dangerous to enter. This story needs a lot of improvement. And if you do decide to read this, you'll notice that the earlier chapters are much better than the later ones. That's because it is (I've edited them already). But you have been warned....

On depression, and recovery. ❝Perhaps this is our kingdom, perhaps our crowns are the green specks of light that fall into our hair. And perhaps this is our fantasy, and perhaps we have no crowns but collars, collars that bind us to our differences and drive away the threat of being alike. Or perhaps we have both crowns and collars. Perhaps these two are in a constant war against each other, just as we are all in a constant war against ideals.❞

Dear Kyle, It's been a long while and you still haven't written back. My parents say you'll never write back, that you're far away in Heaven. I heard that's where angels go, but the thought still confuses me. What I want to know is where this Heaven is. It makes me sad, Kyle, when you never told me you were leaving. But I'll keep waiting for you. I'll always wait for you. Your best friend, Amy * In which a little girl writes letters to a little boy. Mind you, these letters are in a kid's POV, so the prose isn't going to be as strong as my other stories.

Last night was the first time I met Peter Pan. | Book 1 in the Lost Series |

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles... but nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn't supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he's blowing it away like it's nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? - Available to buy now - COMPLETE PLEASE DON'T EDIT - I GOT IT Highest Ranking in General Fiction: # 283