"Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter appeared." When Emmy helped her exhausted and on-the-verge-of-a-panic-attack neighbor into his apartment at three in the morning, she never expected to be sucked into his world; one filled with the unsolved murder case of his mother from ten years ago. [completed]

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.

Lydia lives in a book. When you put a book down, the characters can roam free and do whatever they like, no matter the true narrative. But there's a catch. If you die in the storyline, you cannot come back. But when the book forces friendships apart and dangerous allies to her, can Lydia save her friends, and herself before the book ends and wipes them from the book completely?