(previously called still,we fall) | Part II of 'The Lost Words' trilogy and sequel to MESSIAH | When they both become each others saviours, they become the light, they become uriah. ~ His hand unconsciously roams to back of my shoulder where I was shot. "I have gone through a lot of things, Sam. A lot of things have been done to me, but never have I been shot." "Yeah, it was a first for me too. And hiding your own scars, I see." "Most of my scars are unseen to everyone. You haven't even seen them all. No actually you have. Remember when you used my scars as an excuse to make me undress?" He starts laughing and I punch him again. ~ [started June 28th 2015] [finished June 1st 2017] [Winner of @SykeContest 's Teen Fiction awards] (self made covers. I do not own any of the pictures used.)

(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.)

Remember that girl who sat alone? With a notebook and feather pen in hand? Well she was writing poetry about everything she saw, thought and went through. HIGHEST RANKING: #299 in poetry Started on [5/9/16] copyright: all rights reserved 2016

He wanted to kiss her.

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."

unspoken stories in only six words. /// 11.11.15 #2 in Short Story ///

lowercase story right here.

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.

"i remember." © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2015. N. A. The sequel to 'Boy' is 'Funnybones' and is available to read on my profile.

❝ I don't know how it happened but -- everything around us fell crashing to the ground. We found ourselves in a world where we didn't belong; we shouted and screamed until our lungs were dry and our tears were black and blue, but no one heard us. No one saved us. No one dared to fix us. Now we only have each other and I'm worried -- I'm worried that may not be enough. ❞ in which he speaks in broken syllables and she speaks in flawless poetry. (lowercase intended.)