Katie Holmes is a caffeine addict. Between college, and taking care of her brother, it's acceptable. Though, it doesn't help that the cafe down the street is full of handsome baristas, including one William Cerak in particular who has a mysterious scar on his wrist. Synopses will be the death of my publishing career.

“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

story #1 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | eating disorder she just wanted to be skinny for him; she wanted to be the kind of girlfriend he'd be proud to have, even if he couldn't see her. he just wanted to see her, to be able to tell her she was beautiful and she'd know he was telling the truth, he wanted her to be happy. they wanted to be perfect for each other. and with that, they destroyed themselves. (some quotes aren't mine, lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2014 flawed- [Watty Awards 2014]

(previously named but,hold on) | Part I of 'The Lost Words' trilogy | When the messiah is met with a hinderance on the road, even he, as a leader, needs a lending hand. ~ "Nathan, what's going on with you? Where are you staying now? If the police see you..." "Trust me I'm safe. I wasn't going to stay away until I could see you at least once, but I can't stay for long. I wish I could see the others, but it'd be too complicated. Here." He hands me a letter. A letter I hope will hold the answers I'm looking for. ~ [started November 14th 2014] [finished June 19th 2015] [Winner of @SykeContest 's Teen Fiction awards] [Highest ranked: #178 General Fiction, #367 Action] (self made covers. I do not own any of the pictures used.)

"Fire is bad, it destroys. What's left from it are ashes. But the ashes don't always have to be dark, black. They can also be bright, positive. White. It's the same with life." © drawing-5sos 2015, all rights reserved TRANSLATIONS ARE NOT ALLOWED!!

[COMPLETED] A story that started with a roadtrip in which lots of alcohol and sex was involved but ended with much more complicated things such as love. cover made by @dissolve

"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in life. Poems to make you smile, and poems to make you cry. Long poems, short poems. HIGHEST RANK: #5 in Poetry

I don't know, life's pretty screwed up. So I wrote some poems when it just so happened to screw me up over the course of the years.

"We can do the lessons, and if one of us falls in love, we'll stop seeing each other and the lessons as well." "Okay, deal."