Nora Blake repels ordinary. Adam Clarke is constructed entirely of ordinary. ● ● ● "I don't want to share you with the galaxy, Nora Blake," he says quietly, and all at once, all the stars inside my chest are being flung across the universe at full speed and for that particular moment, I am untethered. Unrooted. Flowing. Floating. Something. He doesn't have to, I think, instantly. I am vaguely aware of the fact that I am a kind of traitor: but there is no heavy stone of betrayal in my chest. The galaxy will wait. It will wait until this beautiful boy flings my fragile heart across the universe at full-speed, but right now, I'm so full of it that I don't even care. Look at that. Nora Blake gives up the galaxy. I look at him, then, and there's so much color oozing out of his perfect, jagged cracks that I feel like I'm in one of Nadia's Leonid Afremov paintings and there's a supernova in my chest. "You don't have to," I tell him, so quietly that I don't think he hears. His delicate rose-pink mouth is curved into a kind of frown and his baby-blue gray-flecked gaze is lost somewhere far, far away from the devoid town of Enfield. I recognize that much, and I wonder momentarily if he has his own galaxy somewhere. I don't want to share him either, I think.

"If we were so riveted in the spectrum of nature, why did we stand, petrified, as we became corrupted by idle technology, stupefied by glowing screens, stolen from life as we know it from enemies right under our noses? Why did we relent to this obvious threat when we did have the capability to change, and prevent our peaceful hierarchy from being razed? It was the consequence of this stupidity that condemned us all to slaves, servants of a towering race of robots and data." The year 2096. Robots rule the world. Their grip seemed impenetrable, the extent of their control unknown by the humans. Society is blinded by the splendour and wealth of all the technology. "We live in mere fear, unable to access any computerised knowledge for fear of being discovered. We're convicted to the old ways of living, our specialists abilities unable to be used. It puts a very ironic twist on the definition of being free." COMPLETED --

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

Beaten, bloody but determined, Cole Sage conquers greed and hatred with a strength that only love and a will as hard as diamond can achieve. He is is blocked at every turn by the husband who has abandoned Cole's great love, his shady real estate deals, violent con men, street thugs and the lure of a fortune in diamonds that bring them all together. How far would you go for the one that got way?

We all know the about hysteria that occurred in Salem, Massachusetts in the year 1692 surrounding the Salem Witch Trials, but the history books didn't cover everything. We were raised to believe that innocent people were hung to die in Salem during those times, and some of those stories are true, but not all of them. Where did the hysteria originate from, and why did it start? This is the real story of what happened in Salem, back in 1692... Stumbling across a young girl being attacked in the woods, 16-year-old Abigale makes a split decision that will forever change the life of herself and the other villagers in Salem, her decision forever putting Salem in the history books.

There is nothing left. Cities have collapsed, forests have burnt, minds have been warped into insanity. And humanity is to blame. The few struggling survivors are taken in by the facility, an organisation that promises prosperity in this dead world. But they lied. Tala escaped the cold clutches of the facility's compounds, and hiding in the cement tatters of towns and skyscrapers with a ragged collection of survivors, she stayed out of their grasp. Until this day. Until the day she wakes up; cold, clean, and without an idea who she is. In the compound. And suddenly, she isn't sure if the ground is real anymore. Nor the sky. She isn't sure her mind is her own. Until she meets Nox.

An unruly ten year old boy, consumed by grief after the death of his father two years ago, has gradually turned into a bear. His mother has him captured and sent deep into the forest after she realizes that she cannot properly care for him. Now left to fend for himself, Bernard must adapt to life in the wilderness while struggling to preserve what's left of his humanity. Cover by @-DeeIsDead-

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

a collection of verses, thoughts, and something like poetry; either born from boredom or class assignments; leave your feedback on whether or not i should stab myself with a pen to save you from reading such garbage.