dear moon
she writes to the moon because it's too dark
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can. ***** It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks...
"i warm you like i would any trembling child; in my two bare hands." ok so. basically me writing about the most mundane shit and making it so so dramatic. eg: hiccups.
• Completed • "You don't know how hard it's been for me. There wasn't a day I didn't think about you." I shivered from his warm breath breezing against my neck. Jay was speaking to me with such sweet words. It was just as painful for me to endure but I couldn't respond to his words. *** An 18 year old girl risks her...
"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
A campus thriller: suspense, murder & one handsome roommate. ***** When Haley Bell is offered a scholarship to study at the exclusive Woodcreek College, famous for moulding the world's brightest thinkers, politicians and entrepreneurs, she jumps at...
❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016
Once upon a time, Day fell in love with the Night, and everything became chaos. ::::::: Highest Rank Short Story : #68
❝POWER IS A PRETTY THING.❞ ❝NOT AS PRETTY AS YOU, BABE.❞ MEI IS BEAUTIFUL. With beauty is danger.
❝the endings are always disastrous.❞ an accursed g o d d e s s bound to a never-ending cycle of unreturned love. a charming m o r t a l suffering through the unwanted attention from the many women whom he has at his every whim. © fiona | 2016
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
at 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?
'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually matter) for 365 days (and more).
THE GODS ARE NO MORE- they have succumbed to mortal sins and all that's left in their wake are the stories of their divine destructions.
highest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a compilation of short (sometimes long) poems, free verses, simply my thoug...
i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •