[This is an extended sample of a now published book. See inside for more details] ~ "I know you have to get back soon, but there's just something that I want to try first," he breathed. As his eyelids lowered, I let mine do the same, focusing on nothing but my heartbeat and his hands around my waist as I felt his lips finally press themselves against mine. And as he did that, a star - somewhere in our galaxy - exploded into a million pieces of stardust that rained down into our atmosphere. I hadn't been what he was looking for either, but he'd found me anyway. Copyright © 2014 IziKing. All rights reserved.

Highest Rank: #137 in Teen Fiction (20/01/17) B L U R B The air is still when Life writes, it's said, true enough because the only sound that prevented the space to move to a place of vacuum was the sound of scratches on paper on the distant dimly-lit table where Life wrote on a pile of scattered sheets. Life has written so much, words and words on pages after pages for everybody existing and that has ever existed or ever will exist . Everybody has a story and it is all decided. It always has been that way. But of course, who doesn't appreciate kinks " well, except for the ones experiencing," it smiled. And so it's known as a selfish bitch because it looks for its own recreation. After being done writing, it sits back and watches the stories play. Something about her always amused Life, even though there wasn't much to it. She was simple and daring. On the other hand, his might of standing up straight every time he fell made Life think of more challenges. He was a sinner and owned a blithesome spirit. Life gathered the scattered pages and 'scratched out' the final lines of two of his favourite masterpieces and rewrote, merging them to create one on a whole different level. ~a small note~ Life narrates this story. It has a silent work: writes and watches it all play. ---x NOTE: not a fan-fiction