"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

Twitch sees the world through cracked, smoke-stained glasses. And why wouldn't she? Her life is a nightmare for most. She runs errands for Mother, tries to stay out of the spotlight in The Fallen, a notorious gang known for off-market gun deals, but somehow manages to change all that in just minutes. Jake had the world in the palm of his hands. He had the best looking girl in school, scouts sent letters and emails daily begging him to join their team. He had a great family, better friends, and one final game to secure a spot on his dream college football team. One late night drive with his dad changed everything. It took only minutes, but the accident changed both their lives, sending them spiraling farther than either thought they could go. Twitch does what she can to survive, but running into Jake brings back painful memories she had for so long hidden. Jake finds comfort in bottles he never thought he'd turn to. They run into each other, unable to stay together, unable to stay apart. Here everyone falls, it's just a matter of how far. **Will try and update every 2-3 days with new chapters** This is a book for mature readers, so please read the authors note for more information and detail. Cover design by: @blssom

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Mythos building Drabble. 100 words quick read. Explorers find themselves amidst the awakening of ancient power too vast and old to understand. Setting things in motion that can never be undone.

Alice was never supposed to die. They always joked of course, about finding her murdered, bloodied, broken, and dead. Dressed in blue and missing her head, the notorious crime boss brought to her knees; dealt like a deck of cards. It was a romanticised picture, a harmless daydream, but when the filthy pawns of Wonderland discovered her body a hush overtook the city. Alina was never supposed to be found. Until the day a messenger knocked on her door and told her of a death in the family. A family she never knew existed. Alina never asked for power, Alina was never supposed to be found, and yet with madness all around her what else was she supposed to do but to fall down the rabbit hole, with no sign of escape. Welcome to Wonderland, home of murder, money, family and lies. ♦ Are you ready for the madness? ♦ this is a dark retelling of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, it'll be cruel, insane and ever so wicked. So be warned, madness is a disease, stay too long and you may find yourself without a cure. cover credits goes to me, I do not own any of the images or music inside, nor do I own the characters created by Lewis Carroll, this is simply a story inspired by his. highest rank ♦ #247 in mystery/thriller published may 5th 2017 ♦ rewritten january 31st 2020 ♦ warning ♦ contains foul language, graphic scenes and other things sinful ♦

In a mythical land of gods and demons, a tale of tragedy and longing emerges from the cold winter. A fox spirit who longs for her kin, and a god who knows nothing but war meet on shaky terms in the mountains of the faraway country of Qi. With only their goals to hold on to, they make their way through an unforgiving world, each ordeal only making them stronger. As the pair grows together, so too does their bond, but when the winter ends their paths never cross again. cover art: Tsukioka Yoshitoshi (Musashino no tsuki)

nocturne (n): a dreamy pensive composition for the piano ~ poems i write to nocturnes by various composers