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daisy and duke are mad at each other. surprise surprise. [ #131 - humor | 12/1/14 ]
daisy and duke are mad at each other. surprise surprise. [ #131 - humor | 12/1/14 ]
. {Lurking in the shadows, dancing in the dark, evil minds taken by the simplest spark } A sequel to the first collection 'My Stars'. This is dedicated to those lurking shadows who haven't yet stepped into the light. -under construction-
I’m Cedar you could say I’ve given up on the world but as I like to say the worlds given up on me.
Cara’s mother has disappeared. Her father isn’t talking about it. Her big brother Max is hiding behind his iPod, and her genius little brother Jackson is busy studying the creatures he collects from the beach. But when a watery specter begins to haunt the family’s Cape Cod home, Cara and her brothers realize that thei...
Delaney Escott lives in a world where popularity reigns supreme. If you want to be noticed, social status is everything. The government is run by the Superiors: a very exclusive group of individuals who are virtually flawless. They are smarter than us and stronger than us, and to join their ranks is the highest honor...
"ѕσмєтιмєѕ уσυ ωαкє υρ ƒяσм α ∂яєαм. ѕσмєтιмєѕ уσυ ωαкє υρ ιη α ∂яєαм. αη∂ ѕσмєтιмєѕ, єνєяу ση¢є ιη α ωнιℓє, уσυ ωαкє υρ ιη ѕσмєσηє єℓѕє'ѕ ∂яєαм. " ― яι¢нєℓℓє мєα∂, ѕυ¢¢υвυѕ вℓυєѕ
♫ ❝those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.❞ - george carlin [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
Completed book of poetry based on thoughts and feelings of mine about the world, myself, others, etc. Enjoy!
There are about 7 billion people on Earth, each of whom has their own individual world. Most people call these worlds imaginations. Meet Ms. Carmenzallo who prefers her private world over Earth due to the loss of her daughter. In her private world she changes who she is, so she forgets her sorrow for the time being...
Excerpt Still carrying the small A5 book, I edged towards my front door and opened it. And there he stood, wet hair plastered to his head and dripping clothes clinging to his body. He stepped into the house and out of the rain so suddenly, I took a step back. He grabbed my waist and my neck, drew me towards him and s...