I apologize for my horrible writing (aka anything that i didn't care enough to fix)

This is a cute solangelo story after what happens in blood of Olympus. Enjoy! This is completed! (And really old if u hate it I don't blame u I have recent books that are MUCH better) -this was written when I was 11-12. I am much older and have become a much more skilled writer-

Kai is a broken soul. No one cares about him; he can't even find it in him to care about himself. As Kai begins his ultimate downwards spiral, ready to end it all, a man by the name of Jace comes into his life and slowly but surely, restores his faith in love and in himself. *Trigger Warning* -Mentions: Depression, Eating disorders, suicide, child abuse, bullying, drugs and alcohol abuse © Copyright 2014 All work is property of Llamas-and-whiskers, any duplication or reproduction of all or part of the work without explicit permission by the author is illegal.

The Paladins of Voltron are joined by Princess Allura on a mission to retrieve an artifact on a planet that reminds the Paladins of Earth. The planet is full of traps, the biggest one being that the water, if touched, would put you into a sleep-like trance and give you vivid dreams of your truest desires. But Keith doesn't know what his truest desires are, and when he is forced to go into the water, he has a dream that he might not awake from. Can Lance get him to come back to reality and face the fact that they both are in love with one another? DISCLAIMER: This was written way before Allura was revealed to be a "teenager." As such, the discourse has discouraged me from liking Shallura, even though part of me doesn't believe Allura is a teen since she looks and acts older than Keith, Lance, and Hunk (who are 16/17). I prefer ShiroxMatt now anyways. Summary has been updated on September 16th, 2016 Story was completed on September 27th, 2016 Original cover art: http://hakuku.deviantart.com/art/The-Black-and-Red-Paladins-618502963

here is a collection of short stories that i have documented as i slouch through each and every day. looking back on these words now nearly makes me cringe; i've realized that i have wasted too much of me, too many of my words on people who don't deserve them. i have also realized that i should not and will no longer claim victory, as time has proven that once the exit of one labyrinth appears, the entrance to another is just around the corner. i often find myself at war with my need to pick up a pen, the voices in my head that demand i give up, and my desperate attempts to grasp onto someone who i believe can save me. yet i still find myself writing. for what or who, i doubt i'll ever know, but this is all i have.

A story that follows the journey of young Theo, a transgender boy faced with the harsh reality that being his true self could possibly be the most difficult thing he'll ever have to do. Learning all too soon that love and trust can be such fickle things. Warning: Possible dark themes, transphobic/homophobic comments, depressive thinking and subsequent actions. If you have a problem with transgender and genderqueer alike, feel free to leave. If you have a problem with homosexuality or any sexuality apart from hetero, feel free to leave. If you are here only to spam and leave crude, offensive comments, feel free to leave.