A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

#1 in Secretly In Love!! Punk boy Dean Gates has always been the most adored boy in school. Making out with girls at random, and having even guys drop down to their knees kissing the ground he walked on. He had to admit, he was gorgeous. Hard to resist, really. Jake Owens was a little known type of guy, he had his own little group of friends, and he was happy.. right? Behind closed doors, he wasn't the happy, jump around type of guy. He wasn't as happy as everyone thought he was.. he was a boy that didn't like the life he was living. That was until Dean bumped into Jake one day, in Jake's eyes, everything changed.. What was Dean feeling? // Laugh Often was a fan fiction, I've rewritten it, changed the names, but kept the plot the same, (because I like the plot) and hopefully those who aren't interested in fan fictions can now enjoy this book as it is, a fictional story. \\

Eren is bullied a lot. Way too much to be exact. Levi happens to be the "coolest kid in school." One day they run into each other and then it's the clash of the bullied and the peer- pressured bully. Levi's torn between helping a new friend and saving his reputation. What if they're more than friends? ((TW: contains self harm and suicidal tendencies... if I got that far into writing the fic)) !!!contains fluff and smut!!!

Die Sommerferien sind vorbei und die Oberstufe beginnt für die 15 Jährige Alice. Natürlich wechseln viele neue Schüler auf ihr Gymnasium um dort Abitur zu machen. Alice findet eine aber besonders interessant. ------- Ich versuche diese Story so interessant wie möglich zu schreiben (zugegeben: Klappentexte/Beschreibungen schreiben muss ich noch mal üben)

Kathy, das etwas zu kleine und 15 jährige Mädchen, welches aussieht wie die Unschuld in Person, verliebt sich in ihre ein Jahr ältere Mitschülerin Alena. Die blonde Schönheit ist aber leider schon an den heiß begehrten Schülersprecher vergeben. Das erste Mal in Kathy's Leben will sie etwas für sich haben und sie wird alles dafür tun, damit sie es auch bekommt. [GirlxGirl]

Carmen ist ein laufendes Chaos und genau das liebe ich so sehr an ihr, doch diese Liebe zu ihr erstickt mich mit jedem unerwiderten "Ich liebe dich." immer und immer mehr bis mir schlussendlich keine Luft mehr bleibt.

Ardy ist 17 Jahre alt,Homosexuell und kommt nach den anstehenden Sommerferien in die 12 Klasse.Doch am Letzten Schultag passiert etwas unerwartetes...

"Wirst du ein gutes Kitten sein für Daddy?" "Ja Daddy" "Gut so" Daddykink | don't like it, don't read it

Nicolas und Maxim kommen gar nicht miteinander aus. Sie können sich seit dem Kindergarten schon nicht leiden. Warum? Das wissen sie selber nicht genau. Nicolas ist eher der ruhige Typ, der am liebsten Zuhause rumhockt. Maxim ist das komplette Gegenteil. Er ist laut, aufbrausend und liebt Partys. Doch wegen eines Vorfalls muss Maxim bei seinem Therapeuten übernachten. Was Maxim bis dahin noch nicht wusste, sein Therapeut ist Nicolas' Vater. Was passiert, wenn die beiden Feinde unter einem Dach leben müssen? ❗ DISCLAIMER ❗ Ist voller Klischees und Stereotypen. Braucht mich nicht drauf aufmerksam machen, das weiß ich und das habe ich durchaus mit Absicht gemacht. Viel Spaß, wenn ihr sie immer noch lesen wollte und Danke. 17. Mai '15 - #1 Aktuelle Literatur ♥ 15. November '14 - #11 Jugendliteratur ♥