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Rainy Days ▸ BUGHEAD  by yohomieyotrash
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she, the sunniest of suns, and he, the darkest of nights, live in a town where the rainy days wash out the truth. {betty cooper x jughead jones} highest ranking: #106 in teenage what's hot bughead highest ranking: #1 © yohomieyotrash 2017
Flower Boy  | ✓ by Elflia
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He put flowers on her doorstep for her birthday. Too bad Nina was allergic to pollen. [ cover made by @incendia- ]
The Lessers by weepingbutterfly
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It is the year 2881. After a nuclear war that killed nearly 70% of the human population, society has rebuilt itself and is now seperated into two classes. The Uppers, with a genetic mutation caused by the radiation, have supernatural powers and live easy lives as members of the elite. The Lessers, however, are regular human beings with regular DNA. They do not have powers, and are forced to serve the Uppers. Lessers not in captivity serving the Upper Society are on the run, forming rebel camps. Alessandra may be an Upper, but her life isn't as perfect as it may seem to be. She is sent to the government facility, where they strip her of her freedom and force her to work for them. But one of the Lesser boys locked in the laboratories, used as a lab rat for government experiments, is the same boy that she had encountered years before. The same boy whose life she had saved, hiding him in her shed while the guards searched for him. Will something spark between them? Will he return the favor, and save her life in return? Will they be able to escape and find out what secrets the government is hiding?
Better Left Unsaid |✓ by WhenLifeGivesUDemons
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Have you ever felt overwhelmed by the number of sides to a story, the number of words to make up a description or even the number of thoughts needed to execute an idea? Have you ever had the fear of judgement, or been haunted by the thought of speaking your mind, yet still have the urge to sing at the top of your lungs? That's what writing feels like to me. I guess some things are just better left unsaid...