this is our secret, so don't tell anyone, okay? Copyright2016©PointTrueNorth Highest rankings: #10 <<November 27th, 2016>> #38 <<November 3rd, 2016>>

"My eyes strayed to the top of the worn page, and I allowed a small smile to creep its way onto my lips. It was written on October 8th. That day was October 15th. Nina's plan was to kill herself on October 22nd. I could still save her. And I fully intended to do so." Astrid lives on the internet. It's where she's made all of her friends, after all, including her best friend, Nina Flores. Nina lives in Georgia, five thousand miles away from Astrid in France, but the distance doesn't keep them from their friendship. They're perfect together: Astrid being the calm, rational one and Nina being the happy, fun type, without a care in the world... or so Astrid thought. When Astrid gets a letter in the mail announcing Nina's intended suicide in nine days, can Astrid save her before it's too late and her best friend is gone forever? all rights reserved © the-booknook on wattpad

about a girl who could never believe in herself Highest ranking: #52 in Short Story- 4/4/17 Cover by @indecsion9

It's 9 in the afternoon and your eyes are the size of the moon...

Dark haired guy with light eyes are the reason she struggles to stay alive.

poet po·et [poh-it] - noun 1. a person who composes poetry. 2. a person who has the gift of poetic thought, imagination, and creation, together with eloquence of expression. Time flies by Like a butterfly When you see it you'll be tongue tied And do appreciate it Because soon you'll find that your string is cut Goal for this story: To write a poem a day, To not stop until 2018. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book doesn't have a true ending or meaning; Yet. Cover by @0420emilie Highest Rank: #87 in Poetry

A book of poetry that happens to be realistic. Highest ranking: #11 in poetry

[Wattpad Featured Book][#13 poetry and #5 in sonnet][#2 in ponder] What is a thought? A fickle thing is it not? With it pain may be wrought and or salvation brought. It is this that I sought, to express my inner thought. Enjoy what I have brought, for thoughts are not so easily caught.

we are the broken//we are the corrupt//we are the shallow #54 poetry (2/23)