Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Hari ini lebih kurang sama seperti hari biasa. Faris duduk di sebelah, bezanya hari ini dia tidak banyak cakap. Mungkin dia letih. Tak apalah, aku faham.

“But we’re not doing it for money. Kitorang terpaksa.” kata aku. “What exactly do you mean by terpaksa?!” “Terpaksa... Sebab family kitorang ni – how to put it delicately? – very unique.”

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

Hairi punya hobi dera kucing. Hatinya puas melihat kucing mati terseksa. Hairi seronok mendera tanpa dia sedar setiap perbuatan yang jahat itu ada balasannya.

“Haus eh?” Soalan berunsur retorikal aku berikan sambil mengusap kepalanya. Sinister mendengus sambil melibas-libaskan ekor. Aku turun dari katil dan melangkah ke arah peti ais.

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Cover credit: @feministee ****Collection of original poems by me where the topics range from love to life to madness and everything in between**** Only tormented souls can put into words the thoughts that others dare not even think. Poetry is such an act of bravery where soul, language and emotions mate to give birth to one of the most beautiful forms of literature. And this is my share of it.

Wujudkah Pukau? Atau sekadar alasan telah ditipu seseorang? Pernah dipukau? Hadirkan kisah anda, buktikan jika pukau wujud!

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