"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet...
WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unhar...
for the people who say nothing at all. © 2015 sarcasticantics (ava mannion) (intentional lowercase)
A collection of short stories inspired by fallen heroes—those forgotten and those most remembered.
scraps and poems influenced by a girl who holds a grudge against this world. poetry #82 [copyright afterwords 2015]
Darcy Hotchner was nineteen and about to start a brand new life in college when she suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth. Two years later, with her family still pulling on a string of hope and all her friends being scattered around the world after graduation, a cry for help reaches their phones and forces t...
about a girl who is beautiful but nothing else and a girl who is ugly but utterly talented [extended summary inside] -.-.-.-.-.-.- #FreeYourBody
in which a boy forgets how to breathe every time he sees her face. [ extended summary inside ] for all of these causes: #freeyourbody #bodypositivity #nomorebullying #stopbodyshaming #projectcharacter #helpfightcliches #weareteenqueens #breakstereotypes #projectacceptyou
Heroes. Ever since they showed up, people have gone soft. They're adored, worshipped. Devotion is showered upon them like rain. It's about time someone knocks them off that pedestal they stand on, someone to crush their pillars of faith. Someone like me. A villain. It's perfect. I'll be the undoing of heroes. ≠ discl...
After a house fire shakes Elise Daniels and the whole town of Dillingham, leaving one dead and countless others injured, they're left with unanswered questions and a suspect that just doesn't make sense: Elise's older brother, Aiden. Desperate for a culprit to blame, the town's confusion quickly turns to harsh assumpt...
-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended
these words are designed to be interpreted correctly; exoteric m u s i n g s © Aneet, 2015
"because today just ended and tomorrow just began" yesteryear beckons when a cloud of soot settles over our faces. past, pesent, future-- they're all a part of an extended time loop. oh and.... history repeats itself. always.
For you, who taught me what happiness is and what pain feels like -s - Copyright © Arysha 2015
i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]
We could call her Adelia, as long as we had extra bread in the house when she came in at night.
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
"i remember." © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2015. N. A. The sequel to 'Boy' is 'Funnybones' and is available to read on my profile.
gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
In need for some inspiration? Don't worry, because The Comic Movement is giving you quotes from your favourite heroes.
“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”
❝You can't cling to the past. Because no matter how tightly you hold on, it's already gone.❞
One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after...
-- ❝Because in the end, she is pure, cherry cyanide in a tube, and he is only the boy who talked to her on a dusty sidewalk, who comforted her once on an autumn's evening, who couldn't tell her what he truly felt in time.❞ A not-quite-love story in a meandering sort of way.
