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Infelicitous | f. odair by sleepdeprived
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❝Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.❞ [catching fire and so forth] © 2016 sleepdeprived all rights reserved. #1 in the hungergames tag (thank you my loves xx)
A Crown of Golden Leaves: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction by theevilteddybear
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Annabeth, a Lady from the declining polis of Athens, must marry the Heir Apparent of Rome to save her polis and the rapidly expanding world from a threat even the gods couldn't foresee. #931 in fanfiction on 9/28/16. ----- Credit for the lovely cover goes to @shadowsleek. :)
Writing Away The Clouds by TheJennFind
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S Y N O P S I S This is the story of a few troubled teenagers, Kabi one from an abused childhood and broken home. Together they learn how to piece each other back up again, and learn that their flaws make them who they are. Through mistakes, they start to correct them. Through the tears, they see clearer. And through the soul they can read the world. E X C E R P T "We shouldn't fall in love; we should just love, because everything that falls gets broken." The pink banner hanging on the plain gray wall said. I'd felt as if it was a lyric of Taylor Swift's but couldn't confirm it in my mind. I hadn't listened to enough of her songs to know whether it was true or not. The building was quite tiny, but it was nice. Reminded me of home, and smelled like apples and cinnamon. The rooms were lit up well, a great contrast to what was outside; just bleak skies and gray clouds. Smiling a little, I felt a bit welcomed, taking a plastic cup full of coffee from the wooden table to the right. ************** The scents swarming in the atmosphere of this early evening were intricate; brief scents of lavender shaded roses with seven dark outer petals and eight light small inner petals, plus the clean smell of three dewdrops just sitting lazily on the fringes of natural plant silk. At other moments, it was the brief wisps of pine trees and the sun beating down on their rich bark. The brisk chill of winds descending rapidly from the North, parted her hair as it hit her face, occasionally making her eyes water. Birds flew overhead, simply looking black against the dimming sun. Though the world was perfect in this moment, she was not.