I made a lot of mistakes in my life, that was true. Some called me Crazy or Psycho. I wanted love before, but I don't want that anymore. Hurt me. Break me. Because I don't do nice guys. Warning: kinky with extreme bdsm aspects and a main character with a mental disorder
I wasn't gay. I was the furthest thing from gay. I knew that for sure. I had a wife and kid for Christ's sake. But when that boy looked at me... No, I won't go there. It would be impossible. Because I'm married. And he's the babysitter. But he's such a Pretty Boy... Warning: kinky with bdsm aspects and a solider with...
Keiji is everything I'm not. It's been that way since we were kids. He's everything I'm not, and I can't help but love him. ♡ Kazuhiko has always been jealous of his best friend. But despite the feeling of being overshadowed, he's begun to develop an infatuation that's closer to endearment than envy...
Fire fighter Damion Tazzo lives life on the edge; running into burning buildings, saving lives and saving the day. He knows what it means to take risks but most of all, he knows how to be discreet. He doesn't do emotional entanglements, not when the life he has is fraught with so much danger and uncertainty, but a ch...
Ethan tries to leave one life for another: probable death for a possible life. But what he leaves behind doesn't necessarily want to let him go. Shackles from the past bind his wrists while promises of a better life scare the hell out of him. How could someone possibly want him to be a part of their life and their fam...
"Every fairytale begins in the rain." When you run into an old bookshop in the middle of Paris to escape a storm, who knows who you might meet there. {Written 2014.}
Because six is just enough. An entire story can be described in six words: "It didn't go as I planned." Copyright © // bubiska 2016 Highest Ranking in Poetry: #6 on 24th December 2016
i suppose i'll just keep talking, whispering, mumbling, trying to communicate through all of these l o s t w o r d s . {lowercase intended}
There was once an oppressed member of the proletariat who’d become so sick of his miserable life that he wanted to die. Until he was granted three wishes. But as so often happens in fairy tales, things don’t go entirely to plan . . .
❝ if a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know? ❞
❝vintage radio, 87.4 FM and the thoughts of a distant, traveling Nora.❞ ||cover by hopedonuts||
A young man and a woman sit on a hilltop, doomed to watch the same scene play out before their eyes again and again. For how long? Until they remember. {Written 2013.}
There is an intangible magic to the secret double-lives of strangers on trains. She spends her journeys gazing out at city lights outside the window of the train. He watches strangers on the seats around him. Two strangers living off the stories of strangers, with only one journey to find their own. {Written 2013.}
This woman could have been a spy, a duchess and the lover of a young cameraman all at once. She was a conjurer of a thousand stories, each unique to every observer; the elusive face behind any tale you put to her. {Written 2013.}
A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpa...
A mentally unstable girl dreams that a man named Andrew Wolfe is coming to murder her and her diabetic grandmother. She claims to see him in the streets stalking her and in the dark corners of her room keeping watch over her. She won’t be able to elude him forever. Soon, Wolfe will devour her. A red coat. A sick grand...
