❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

Some unsaid words, Force a mind to become trapped, Until the noise is released, Like an animal from a cage. So I write what needs to be said, I connect with every cell, Of my brain, Using every bit of energy and fibre, To engage. All Rights Reserved Copyrights 2015 @smokeupthe-moon

In which a girl isn't used to pain, experiences it like nothing more. o n e - s h o t s t o r y a l l r i g h t s r e s e r v e d

❝She was my dream girl − but I knew eventually I had to wake up.❞ Sequel to, u n r e q u i t e d All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

❝ You said g o o d b y e when I was about to say h e l l o . ❞ • • • There's always a certain time and place to say something. The problem though, is that once you let that moment slip away from your fingertips, it's gone forever. And you're left with a wonder of what if. • • • HR | SHORT STORY #659 08|22|15 & #225 11|02|16 • • • before you start reading please read the important authors note chapter ty xx [REWRITTING]

crashing waves. thunderstorms. destruction. they all f e e l like you. shade. tears. stagnant rivulets. they all l o o k like me.

❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

❝This is a why her, why not me story.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017