My astonishment orchestrates a gasp in my lungs, glues a hand to my mouth as I stare surprised at the mess on the bedroom floor who still hasn't recovered, and through this all I can only shape one sentence that sums everything up pretty well, a sentence that pains me to say. "You're sick, Lucien." All my companion does is install a narrow tunnel into his eyes, a conviction like no other. "Isn't every writer?" All Allen Ginsberg needs is a library book on rhyme and meter, things he absolutely abhors for being so ever present yet things he requires for his blog article. What he finds is rather a young librarian and writer by the name of Lucien Carr, choking on cigarettes and booze and the glamorous life of deterioration -- and just like his writing, it's quite magnificent. ~~Wattpad Featured Book 19 September, 2016~~

NEW VERSION IS PUBLISHED "He squints his eyes at me with an intense glare that makes me squirm. I don't know if it's the intense pain in my shoulder or his stare, but something sends a shiver down my spine. I have now extended to my full height and look up to realize this guy is towering over me, not looking too happy. I become aware of our close proximity and take a step back, averting my eyes from his intense gaze. I clear my throat and fumble with the edge of my apron, looking down as I say, 'Sorry 'bout that.' I hear no response. I wait a moment, then I look up and he's gone." Spencer Hastings knows one thing for sure: he hates Jack Summers. Everything about him. He hates his rude manners, his intense stare, his restless movements. But he just can't lay a finger on why Jack Summers unnerves him so much. Until now. WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT Updated (bi)weekly on Friday (sometimes updated 1-2 times/week on Wednesdays) BUT CURRENTLY UNDERGOING REWRITE PLEASE LOOK AT LAST CHAPTER FOR EXPLANATION, NEW VERSION IS PUBLISHED Highest Rankings: #16 (out of 1.1 million) romance #7 gay #3 gayboys gayships #2 gaylove bxblove gayfanfic gayness #1 wattpride gaycharacter lgbtfiction guyxguy happyending gaypride gaylovestory gayfiction gayaf lgbt Please don't judge too harshly, this is a rough first draft, but I work very hard on it so please still read:-) Comment any suggestions you have or if you'd like to help support each other's stories!

February 19th, 2018 He is test subject Three-eleven-thirteen. Ellie for short. He's human. Remarkable. He can breathe freely, no tubes. His heart has adapted to beating on it's own. He opened his eyes yesterday, we looked at one another. He looked at me, truly looked at me. My daughter, Ripley, tried speaking with him, but he didn't understand. I will have her keep working with him. He will speak. February 23rd, 2018 He is standing. His bones are still fragile, but he is gaining muscle rapidly. This is incredible progress in such little time. Everything is going as planned, though his fingernails are black. They weren't black yesterday. March 13th, 2018 Ellie attacked Ripley last night. He will be kept in restraints from now on. March 27th, 2018 My God he is strong. The mysterious blackness that had formed in his fingernails is now flowing in his veins. Whatever this black liquid is, it's possessing him. April 4th, 2018 He bit me last night. I can feel the mystery in my veins. What is this? April 5th, 2018 Test subject three-eleven-thirteen, Ellie, will no longer be a patient of mine. I have locked him up in a cell in my lab. I fear him. He will stay in that cell for God knows how long until he starves to death. I am a coward. April 6th, 2018 I can't tolerate this. I think I'm truly losing it. My memories, my spirit, I feel them being eaten by this black virus. I have to end this tonight. I have to end myself tonight. I have too. Ripley, my sweet daughter, I love you baby. I am sorry for creating that abomination. I am so sorry.

Aliera the matriarch of the coven of black witches is ruthless, and only Evan's heart will do. She has hunted his line since his grandfathers time, and now she wants him. when war arises and the mysterious leader of the the black witch legion makes himself known. Will Evan's heart get what it wants, or will it be cut from his chest.

"Where am I?" "This can't be real..." These words are echoed through a dark room by its prisoners, left with the impossible task of escaping and discovering why they were brought there. They yearn for freedom, but once the doors finally open, they are met with an unspeakable horror that will change their lives forever.

Sebastian, the one and only son of the king of England, is running for his life. Meanwhile Captain Walker is preparing his crew to raid the next cargo ship they've been targeting. These two very different people whose paths would've never usually crossed are about to meet. And this is their story.

A storm is brewing and is about to bring chaos unlike anything ever been witnessed before to the Verdigan Kingdom. Flies are spreading, ships are burning, revenge is being plotted, pirates are being hanged and the gods won't listen to prayer. Cursed men are walking the streets, sea witches are fleeing, knights are sharpening their blades and a dying King sits upon his lonely throne. Two men. One fearless, loyal and with a strong moral compass. The other one arrogant, bitter and powerful. From the day they were born both had their sailing routes in life mapped out into uttermost detail. However one of them has lost their way. Both however are heading towards the same destination and only one title is a feeble red line aligning their course, the title of Crown Prince. One man goes by the name of Cade Isherwood the other by the name Quintus William Afworth. One will be the hope of the kingdom the other it's demise. Vast seas filled with deceit might keep these two apart, but the question is for how much longer? ©AphroditesLust

[THIS IS A SAMPLE. READ THE FULL BOOK ON RADISH FICTION] ---- Wyatt Wilson has always been at the top of his grade. He's winning every quiz, debate, and academic Olympic under the sun. His teachers adore him, his mates envy him and everyone generally thinks his parents are genuinely proud of him. But that's not the Wilson household for you. Meet the Wilsons, a family of seemingly generational artists. Wyatt's parents aren't interested in grades and scholarships; they're interested in art contests, exhibitions and art style. Every Wilson can create art - except for Wyatt. As Wyatt struggles with being accepted at home, a new threat in form of a foreign exchange student threatens to take his place at the top of the class. Can Wyatt cope with losing the one thing that makes him relevant? - Cover by @EPrescott

So I froze for a second. His eyes were chocolate brown colour and they were matching his hair. He was tall, so tall that even with my heels my forehead was only at his eyes. Even his smell was sexy, even out humanity. He was the most beautiful creature I ever saw. And I might even get something from that. I put on my most sexy smile. "Hello stranger," ~~~ Highiest ranking: #693 in wolves #232 in beta

Everyone believes that the government are hiding aliens in Area 51 in Nevada. How about if there's exactly the same underground building in New York? But they don't have 'aliens' they have something deadlier that runs in the night. Vampires. Twenty-six year old Marilyn Hurly has been alone all her life. When she was a toddler her whole family was massacred by vampires in the night. The day of her families funeral, she is taken away by the government, showing her the world of bloodthirsty monsters. Now she's older and able to work around in the underground with scientists. Marilyn is assigned to a vampire, Thirster 2467. No name, no identity, no nothing. Now she will have to see if she can break him open. •SHORT VAMPIRE STORY•