When I looked into his eyes, he looked anything but human, and the scariest part was I couldn't find it in me to care. "W-Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head up. He looked at me through narrowed eyes, his pink lips parted as his rough voice sent chills up my spine, "That's not the question you should be asking." "Then what is?" There was a long unsettling silence that had dawned over the two of us. "Not who but what...what am I?" ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014.

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

dont read this, read the other ghost that @torntee has posted at http://www.wattpad.com/84051222-ghost-c-hood?d=ud (cover by @90shalsey)

When former indie band member Alice meets a doe-eyed artist named Harry and he abruptly declares her to be his new muse-slash-living-art-project, her life takes an unexpected turn, one she isn’t sure is for better or for worse, especially once the lines between art and sex begin to blur for both of them. © 2014 BY FIONA (Iondon). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

❝darling, don't panic.❞ cover by // bleuets

Liam Payne never did anything to deserve this. That’s what he tells himself every night, anyway. He doesn’t understand why his hours of rest are now suddenly plagued by graphic visions of horror. Gone are his peaceful dreams, and in their place are terrible, vivid nightmares, gleaming with grotesque images and showcasing all of his fears. He also doesn’t understand why all of these nightmares seem to be starring the same hauntingly beautiful girl named Kayla, or why the hell she keeps talking about The Sandman. Sleeping has never been such a restless experience. © 2014 BY FIONA (Iondon). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.