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》A collection of poems, mostly romance 》Highest Ranking # 35 in poetry -- 7/18/2017 》Highest Ranking # 41 in poetry -- 7/17/2017 》Highest Ranking #47 in poetry --7/15/2017 》Highest Ranking #60 in Poetry --7/14/2017 ---------- We all get bored. And sometimes, when you're bor...
We are all sitting on the dinning table. My father asking us about our day, my mother smiling at us, while my brothers dig into their food like wild animals, and then there's me, Violet Smith. I look at my family and smile, feeling grateful for this blessed life. Little did I know one day it would all be gone. We onl...
[Highest Ranking: #387 in Fantasy] [Highest Ranking: #435 in Adventure] •slow updates• ■▪■▪■ Humans, Elves, Dwarves and Orcs are the four Nations that have ruled the world since the beginning. But they would be nothing if it weren't for their Kreaturs. Animals mentally bonded for life with each being, sharing thoughts...
*Shortlisted for Wattys 2017* Sixteen year old Charlie Shultz almost died ten years ago, when a little boy lured her away with murder on his mind. She escaped, but now her attempted murderer is back. This time, he's different. He's grown up. His face has changed with age; his name is no longer the one that haunts her...
I have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my notebook and see the difference it can make. It's not magical. It's not life...
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.