"What's wrong?" He asked softly, grabbing Kai's arm and preventing him from running away again. "N-nothing." Kai whispered looking down at his shoes. Nicolas lifted Kai's chin and looked into his black eyes with a soft look. "I know something is wrong. Tell me." He coaxed moving his hand from Kai's chin to cup his che...
The hate is starting to get to Troye and he doesn't know how much longer he can take it. Starts just before the SYDNYE party and I tried to base this around actual events that happened but if I don't get it 100% right please don't come for me. *~*TRIGGER WARNING*~* This story deals with self harm and eating disorders...
when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」
persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #20 in poetry 」
and god, i love you. // inspired by "art class" by rhiannon mcgavin // #68 in poetry
"Gangsters don't cry therefore I'm Mr. Misty Eyed" -Twenty One Pilots This book is a mess, read at your own risk. Wrote it a long time ago © Charlotte Écrivain
because life sucks and almost always ends the good things. •completed [10/19/14] •poetry #216 [10/22/14] •cover was found on pexels. no copyright intended. all rights go to the original owner. •twenty-fourteen.
✰ A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ✰ Short tales about troubled girls -- some sad, some dangerous -- each with a paranormal twist. 1. LUX AETERNA: Hell has its demons. Lux has Foster Dad George. A flash fiction superpower origin story of a sort. (1K words) *** Get the complete collection of beautifully creepy paranormal tale...
on hold due to lack of inspiration ::: She saw the ice cream truck pass through her neighborhood nearly every day in the summer. Every day, she got her favorite ice cream, mint chocolate chip. Her routine suddenly got changed when the ice cream truck stopped coming for a month. When it finally came back, it had a ne...
At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
Just a collection of stories that I wrote in less than 7 minutes. Most (if not all) are Phan. They will be labeled by genre/theme.
[completed] philly: who's this? danhowell: your future husband ; copyright © 2016 //highest ranking: #4
The demons that haunt Elliott are turning him slowly insane, and the skeletons in his closet are begging him to play their sick little games. With an abusive mother breathing down his neck and horrifying secrets threatening to spill from his lips, Elliott is trapped. He knows he isn't allowed to love, but suddenly th...
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
❝ i imagine love, i imagine you. ❞ -from chapter: in 35 words. [random poems, specific emotions] highest ➳ #44
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
Wherein Maggie writes letters to people she should've spoken up to but never did, and realizes that it's the people who hurt us that make us stronger. •completed [10/14/14]. •written for "DearAmna". •short story #872 [08/16/15] •cover was found on pexels. no copyright intended. all rights go to the original owner. •tw...
Formerly titled 'The Clandestine Letters of Ellie Easton' "Hope breathes eternal. And you can say I'm a girl who wished for too much. I guess I am, because I wished for you." [s h r i n k i n g v i o l e t _ 2 0 1 5] [c o m p l e t e d]
❝I've never been as close to a boy as I have at this moment, nor have I with a man. A man that's Luke, a man that's my step-father. This was clear, but my head continued to tell me to forget the facts and give in to the pleasures I was feeling with Luke's fingers against me. "This is so wrong," He whispered under hi...
