before one was shy, the other was sad. art became his only escape, with lifelss brown eyes and a broken heart. //prequel to rosy cheeks//can be read as a stand-alone// **warning: themes of suicide and self harm** [highest ranking]: #17 (date unknown)
she was shy, before she knew the boy who was sad. alone she had nothing but art, with pale eyes and a fragile mind //prequel to Rosy Cheeks from her pov//can be read as a stand alone// **warning: themes of emotional abuse** [highest ranking]: #25 in short story 6.9.15
❝You can't cling to the past. Because no matter how tightly you hold on, it's already gone.❞
Essays. Stories. Questions. All of the things that take up space in my head. Criticisms are very much appreciated.
Aspen Klaremonte's last day is no more interesting or much more eventful than any other. And when the plane she is on malfunctions, it doesn't seem to change much. It doesn't seem to change her or any of the other passengers, save for their hysterical panic and the fact that soon they will probably be dead. They will...
[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a...
"Gone someplace you'll never find me." Drew couldn't understand why his sister would just leave without saying goodbye. But when he discovers her diary, he starts asking questions--and getting answers he doesn't like. Will he be able to find her? Or has she found something--or someone--better?
This collection tells of life, pain, suffering, and sometimes even happiness. I hope you will enjoy. Thanks to @wendythestoryteller , a super talented writer and artist, for making this brilliant cover! Highest rank: #3 IN VIGNETTE! Featured on @flashfic 's The BreakRoom reading list. Part of the Wattpad Block Part...
"He reached out for my wrists and held them. "Shaye," he whispered with a broken voice. I looked up at him and he slowly shook his head in defeat before he looked down; his blond locks falling on his forehead. The tears pricked my eyes and I realised why I had this bad feeling the whole day. Suddenly, my heart lumped...
A story in which 21 people decide if they want a second chance to live. This is a book is pure fiction. All characters are products of my imagination any similarities are pure coincidence.
