"It's not always a 'knight in shining armor' that heals a broken heart..." ***** Reese Gregory might just be the last person anyone would like to befriend. She is an introvert, a tiny bit unfriendly and as moody as the weather at times. Basically, she's like the typical grumpy old man across the street, trapped inside the body of a 21-year-old. So when she lands in the post of an assistant editor, only to find that she won't be working 'alone', Reese is more than furious. And considering the fact that Zeiba Sidique-- the quirkiest person she'd ever seen-- annoys the hell out of her and takes her eye rolling ability to a whole new level, making friends with her is just out of question. But you know what they say right? Life has its own share of ironies- sometimes good, sometimes bad. ***** ▶[COMPLETED] ▶Winner of The Glam Awards 2017 ▶Highest Rank: #74 in short story on 19th August, 2017. ▶Cover by: @tristfuly Copyright © Protected. Do not steal or borrow. Images used here don't belong to me but some of the graphics made from them are mine.

The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/17 : #393 in Poetry 31/12/17 : #172 in Poetry 1/1/18 : #126 in Poetry 3/1/18 : #107 in Poetry 4/1/18 : #94 in Poetry 5/1/18 : #82 in Poetry 6/1/18 : #80 in Poetry 7/1/18 : #69 in Poetry 8/1/18 : #66 in Poetry 9/1/18 : #57 in Poetry 10/1/18 : #47 in Poetry 12/1/18 : #35 in Poetry 18/1/18 : #34 in Poetry 19/1/18 : #15 in Poetry 7/2/18 : #13 in Poetry 9/2/18 : #10 in Poetry 16/2/18 : #7 in Poetry 7/3/18: #6 in Poetry

she was bathed in color; so rich and deep and pervasive that she could hardly breathe.

The night-time confessions of two uncouth strawberry bandits.

words from my brain. [ongoing]

He and she were poems, and they are bound to be written.

Hi, I'm Dylan and I do what I'm told not to do. Mostly.

petals on leaves and trees on cliffs © altruistyc on wattpad

metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life. [lower-case intended] ©zay black cover by renée