A collection of what I call "bored poems." These are the poems written while on long car journeys, during sleepless nights and above all when homework is due and the procrastination side of me takes over. It's called "It's getting dark" because for whatever reason, the poems that i write all seem to refer to lighting...
Just a stone throw away from my front door is the cross roads. This is the sudden stop where the houses end and thick bushes of thorns and overgrown grass emerge. Where the white lines in the middle of the road stopped and the green moss began. The street lights would give way to darkness. This is a short story based...
"You look just like your mother." oOoOoOo Alice Winters spent the first seven years of her life in an orphanage, run by a tyrant. Luckily, she was rescued from his clutches by her mysterious uncle, Cameron, with whom she lives the next ten years of her life. As the seventeen-year-old prepares to head to university, th...
My name is Vincent Valentine Veritas. I was brought up by my two caring parents in a unusual world where your level matters.
Clara. She's from one of the high family's in the Zedorians race. Made to suffer through the challenges and heartbreaks. She hoped the worst was over. Unfortunately that isn't the case. In a journey full of love, blood and tears.....she doesn't stop till she finds out the truth.
