❝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 ]

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

"The ones who notice the storm in your eyes, the silence in your voice, and the heaviness in your heart... They are the ones you need to let in." Nicole Bishop wasn't perfect. Lord knows that. Nicole may cut, and be a silent, depressed girl. But she was beautiful. She was beautiful for the way she talked, the way she walked. But the most beautiful thing about her was her writings. Nicole wrote so beautifully, the inside of her mind must've been so dark...you would need a flashlight to see your own hands. Who found out she was beautiful? Drake Stelter.

"I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit, but I have to tell you that even the way you drink coffee knocks me the fuck out." - Axel Clark has responsibilities. After his father left and his mother became an alcoholic, he took it upon himself to take care of his younger sister, Abby. Doing two part jobs, keeping his grades up, maintaining his position as captain of the swim team, and coming home in time to read Abby a bed time story every night, he's exhausted. He doesn't have time for romance, nor does he have the energy. That is, until, he meets Xavier Alexander. Xavier is content with his life, or so he tells himself. He's a jolly, outgoing and loud mess of a person who has a wonderful girlfriend, amazing friends, loving parents, a cool sister and average grades, but he stills feels like his life is incomplete. However, he thinks it's just a teenage phase, and takes a job at a local pizzeria to kill his boredom. And then he meets Axel Clark. And then on one fateful night when the two boys meet, their worlds collide and their lives begin changing in ways they'd never imagined. All cover credit goes to the wonderfully talented @mydearcc

The Mortal Instruments meets Harry Potter in this fanfic. Love and hatred is formed as they learn the shadowhunter ways in The Mortal Arts boarding school. I am writing this book with @Alizan1 I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS OR HARRY POTTER, ALL COPIED IDEAS ARE THE AUTHOR'S OWN. Please vote, and comment ideas, criticism, questions, comments, concerns- I'd be happy to hear them!