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]]

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★ Just random quotes, advice, facts, deep thoughts, and of course, all things relatable to girls and feminist posts. ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★ Basically there is a lot of good stuff in this book, some of which I write myself, and some which I get from my favorite sites, and compile them over here. Read it, and I assure you, you'll enjoy it. And hopefully love it as much as I do. ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★ Highest rank #2 in Random

Delsie' s new school year is going to start ... but what happens when an unexpected newbie arrives? What happens when the famous Thomas Brodie Sangster, who happens to be delsie's biggest ever celebrity crush enters the class

This is my first poetry book but please don't overlook. I've made writing in any form my kind of poetry norm! I really hope you enjoy and consider being my envoy. Here follows my Bio poem 📓📓📓📓📓 Scott; Son, friend, coach and mentor. Brother of all Wattpad writers. Lover of women, reading and writing. Who feels passionate, caring and those that let him. Who fears loneliness, depression and failure. Who would like to see an end to bigotry, poverty and political correctness. Resident of Melbourne, Australia. Arroy! 📓📓📓📓📓 I trust you will enjoy the various forms of poetry within.

When you can't paint with colours, Paint with words; When you can paint with words, Do you really need the colours? Achievements: #11 in Poetry (23/9/26) #13 in Poetry (22/9/16) #14 in Poetry (28/7/16)

Leaving her friends behind, Leaving her own town, She left to join the circus, To become another clown. The circus called engineering, Which she was forced to join, Her most loving parents, Had left her no choice. Her heart wanted to write, To create those magical worlds, Her heart wanted to write, To express her thoughts in words. At the juncture of life, She had to choose a path, When one led to money, The other to her heart. Will she chase the money? Add it to her cart. Or will she chase her dream? The feather of her heart. A feather of her heart...