One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4

✒ WINNER OF MINI EMERALD AWARD ✒ HIGHEST RANKING #1 ( 31/05/2017 ). " Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, An armour of sanity, But at the end of the day, They always come off, We reveal our naked vulnerable, real selves "

Didn't you know? Destructive youths with killer tendencies and magic in their veins are the best kind. book i, first draft © 2019, arkhaic

❝ dreamwork. noun. » act of trying to revive a dream without sleeping. » an attempt to discover what deeper meaning a dream might contain. ❞

She was quiet, and lived in the small neighborhood bookstore. And he watched her, every day. Pick up a book, read page by page, tears streaming down her face, or laughter, sweet, melodic laughter come out of her mouth. And he loved her. So much. So one day, he does the unthinkable to the girl he believed thought him to be nonexistent; he kissed her. ♡❤♡ [copyright © Sophie Claflin, A.K.A Siriusly_fandoms 2014 All Rights Reserved] ♡❤♡ | s h o r t s t o r y # 8 0 | | r o m a n c e # 2 1 5 | ♡❤♡ [ WARNING: AT THAT TIME, THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN BY A CHEESY TWELVE/THIRTEEN YEAR OLD SO DO NOT EXPECT IT TO BE PERFECT. if you want to see some of my better writing, go check out A Note A Day ;-) BUT YES THIS BOOK IS CRINGEY TO ME ]

Seven teenagers are lost. Seven teenagers are isolated. Seven teenagers can traverse. Seven teenagers have fallen. Seven teenagers pick themselves back up. Seven teenagers, are divine. || extended synopsis inside || Highest Rank - #101 in Adventure. [23-05-16]

FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

[COMPLETED] ❝I mean, for all I knew, their mother was a perfectly delightful woman or a nun or something; that didn't make the linoleum sting any less when I fell into an undignified heap in the middle of the ointment aisle of an overcrowded Walmart.❞ Alex spends his life dreaming of escaping. Or something pretentious like that.

I shivered as the icy wind lashed at my face, leaving a burning sensation as my eyes started to water, but I tried to ignore the cold. I distanced myself from the car hearing his shouts behind me. Eventually, when I couldn't pick up my feet anymore, I stopped moving to catch my breathe. His feet crunched through the snow and I didn't have to turn to know he was behind me. "You would be willing to-" I struggled with the word as if saying it would make it all the more real. "You'd hurt someone for my sake?" I already knew the answer, but I felt the need to ask anyway. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to say the word. He walked around so that he was in front of me and for a moment he didn't move, but then he took my hands in his. His hands were still warm despite the fact that he was wearing nothing but a light coat when it was below zero outside. He brought my hands up to his lips, so close that I could feel his hot breathe against my icy fingers. "Aaralyn, I would kill for you."

Memories.