Silver eyes, hoping for paradise, I've seen it a million times cry. "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙣. The heir of hell didn't expect to be rained on with glitter by a lost girl, meant to become the most powerful witch of her time as his offer of help was...
Anahita gave up her mermaid tail for legs to win the love of a prince. This was the worst decision she had ever made. Now, stuck in a kingdom of witches, floating libraries, treacherous princes and charming pirates, she must cross seas to have her wish reversed and return to the ocean she loves.
Filled with many sad and happy poems // all poems are not written by me unless stated otherwise
Filled with sad sayings and quotes. Warning: you'll probably feel sad. Read at your own risk **None of these quotes/sayings are written by me unless stated otherwise** ☻ I'm always here if u need someone to talk to, just message me :) [Highest Rank in Poetry: #1 as of 12/9/2016] ♚♚♚
In which two similar teens meet in an online chat room filled with suicidal kids. - Very, very loosely based on Sala samobójców (Suicide Room) [Ashton Irwin fanfic] *slow updates*
Average. That's what she is and apparently will ever be, or at least that's just what others see her as.
in a popular group of seven members including himself, he felt almost invisible. taehyungs- 2016 - copyright
When Helena finds a phone on the night train, she decides to text the first number in the list of contacts in order to figure out who it belongs to. ***** Helena Santos hasn't had the easiest life. At tw...
A girl who relies on staying in the city stumbles upon a boy who wants to get out of the city. No. 1 of the city series
Renata Santos doesn't expect her heart to flutter when she catches a boy stealing flowers out of her backyard. But as she unravels his reputation, she realizes puppy-eyed delinquent Isaac Marshall may just be the sunshine she needs to turn her life around. 〚 a wattpad featured story 〛
Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.
When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-s...
❝Do me a favor, Wynona Benoit: tell me that unselfish deeds exist. Be careful though, because I'll start to believe in the world again if you do.❞
Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. Whe...
(alternatively called: slow burn, second-hand embarrassment, and shenanigans) A girl made up of short fuses, clumsy feet and copious amounts of sarcasm has to team up with her irritatingly obnoxious neighbour in the name of love (also known as raging teenage hormones). Because in the grand scheme of things, what's a l...
Sophie is the love of Damien's life, she's kind, funny, caring and beautiful. One Friday, during their weekly trip to the pier to ride the ferris wheel, Damien saves Sophie's life - grabbing hold of her seconds before she plummets to her death. To Damien's horror, he wakes up the next day and it's still Friday. Then t...
the story of two teens who kill time. short story; #175 (22nd April 2014) (2014, 2015, 2017)
he had made mistakes because once, he was lost. but now she's the one that's lost, and all he's trying to do is help her be found.
"music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." {a collection of one-shots based on songs}
i have feelings i can't explain. all i know, is that they're because of you.
the scribbled down thoughts of a girl who's utterly lost. a girl who's begging for anyone to save her, but really it's a certain someone she's wishing for.
There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-
crashing waves. thunderstorms. destruction. they all f e e l like you. shade. tears. stagnant rivulets. they all l o o k like me.
"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."
