I still remember. The fear. The terror. The screams. The blood. My brother's eyes. His blood running down his cheek. Then the last blow on his head. Dead. ********************************** I feel a lock hair being tucked behind my ear. 'Beverly, wake up.' I flutter open my eyes. 'Wake up.' Half-asleep, I mumble, 'Why, what is it?' 'Hurry up! Get out of bed!' I flinch at the harshness in his voice. 'Beverly, stop staring and come here!' I kick off the bed sheets and cling on to his arm. 'Now, follow me and do EXACTLY what I say. Understood?' I nod. He ties up bed sheets and throws them out of the window. 'Now, get out and climb that apple tree.' 'Brevelle, why....' 'JUST DO IT...!!' I hold the bed sheets and descend down. I run and start to climb the apple tree. When I reach the top, I expect Brevelle to be running. I extend my neck and look down, and I see two men with a young man with black hair in their arms. He looks up and stares at me. A tear escapes his eye and he looks away. Before I have the chance to get down, I hear a deafening bang and Brevelle falls to \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ It's all a game... A stupid game.... You have no role.. Yet you have to play.. I should've known... Every person has a weakness People you love will try to betray Fate taking away time... Your powers deceiving you... And you have to watch... Peace in to war Ice into fire Love into hate -- I was special... But they changed me.... Into something different... Something dangerous... But now I will take my revenge After I take my 3 chances ----

It's not people or weapons that's going to kill you. It's yourself. It's your memory. It's your mind. Memories exist. But you don't. You're just a figment of your own imagination. That means....... You're not real. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'm just a normal average girl in town... Passing the street lane With nerdy glasses on Blonde locks flowing down my forehead Nobody really cared.... Their gazes meet mine but then flicker off to something else When I slip on the bare granite surface nobody cares to pick me up. When I slam the counter for attention nobody even cares to look at me When I pick up an old lad's purse she doesn't even bother to say thank you.. Nobody cares. No one. Well, now, I don't care for them My own choice.....will destroy them all

First chapter originally written for the #loveshot contest: Those Blue Eyes. Vampires --vile, dangerous creatures of the dark that replenish and survive on the blood of all things mortal. Creatures that hunt and kill without remorse or mercy. The most lethal of predators hiding beneath the ethereal beauty, grace and perfection. However, a savage beast ponders beneath the surface, having lost all ties with compassion and care. They don't have beating hearts in their chests, they aren't careful when handling a fragile thing like a living being. Then why did HE feel something towards the delicate and unearthly gorgeous human? Why did he feel flutters in his stomach whenever she smiled? Why did the raging, uncaring beast inside him went insane with blood-lust at the thought of her being harmed and harassed? Why was it that whenever he saw her eyes glossy, he had the urge to burn the earth to ashes, to torture the cause of her sorrows to death, to find a way to ease away her pain in whichever way it was possible? Yet, at the same moment, he couldn't stand being in the same room as her. He barely controlled the longing to suck her dry. He would find himself glaring at her long, delicate throat, the translucent skin showing him the veins and arteries in a beautiful web of blue, green and purple. He would listen to her beating heart which -consciously or unconsciously- brought him comfort that she was breathing when she was out of sight. At the same time, the heinous desire to rip it out of her chest would burn his entire being. It would fascinate him when her heart fluttered, picked up its pace, or slowed into a steady rhythm. It would also force him to imagine... its taste... its scent... the feel of it in his hands... Torn between affections and ardour and the compulsion to slay and slaughter... What is a vampire to do when he can neither love, nor destroy?

Now a series by Mediacorp. Watch the episodes anywhere in world on meWATCH's Youtube channel. Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. But when identities are revealed and secrets are exposed, will Keeley's feelings remain? Available in bookstores now! Look for it under its new title, TEXTROVERT.

Hi guys This is just a book or graphics which people have requested me for You can request me for a banner or a cover, just fill in the form :) Cover credit goes to @AN_almightydreamer thanks xD

Just short stories and poems by me xD Credit for cover is for @that_one_star Thank you so much! #545 in poetry on 12/03/2016 woohoo

I would firstly like to give credit to and thank my chocolate bud @iwannabeabby for making me such an awesome cover and am dedicating the prologue to her 'cause I can't hand her a Twix online ;) I don't have time to start this off yet. Nor do I know if this will turn out to be a good thing, though I have a good feeling about this. I just want you all to go through the prologue and give me your opinions, criticism and advice. It would really be appreciated. I will start working on it earlier if there is a certain amount of interest shown. But if not, then I will start off on my own pace. I would also like to mention that I would certainly not want anyone to copy what is mine. I would suggest to use one's own imagination for writing or to not write at all if incapable. Learn to appreciate others' talent instead of insulting someone by copying their ideas. Thank you all :)

When Lucille Walters moves from her hometown to a small city two towns over, she decides to change a few things. Before stepping foot into high school, she decides to hood herself. She decides to keep to herself. She decides to never bother with typical cliques. She decides to be a NOBODY. AND, she decides to keep it that way. Becoming a nobody by choice... It was never heard of. Yet, having dealt with things far too traumatic to be normal and real in life, it makes it easier for her to stay under radar. Even if she wanted otherwise. That changes though, when, for one split moment, she puts herself aside and clashes swords with the most powerful and most dreaded clique of all -The Populars. All for a new nerd in school. At the moment, it becomes all about winning the challenge and showing them who's boss. However, when she realizes what a big mistake she's made, would she back down? Would she give up on showing the popular kids that cliques can change and social ladders aren't so difficult to climb? And what if she stumbles across a dangerous stop along the way of success, called love?