[MxMxMxM] ❀ Summerton is a quaint and sweet town, nestled between its pride and joy, Lake Lakewood, and the forest. With a population of 782, everybody knows everybody, and everybody remembers everybody. It's perfect, really, and Aubrey Williamtown would have it no other way. That is, of course, until the Flint's buy the property that Aubrey's late-mother left for him. With the population jumping a significant amount, strange occurrences start happening in the sweet little town of Summerton, and Aubrey is desperate to get to the bottom of it. content and/or trigger warnings: violence, explicit language, and death. Text copyright © YeetMyselfx 2021-Present. The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that is shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law.

Sitting under the rain, hoping to drown in things other than my thoughts. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Also read 'Mixtape', under my profile. Cover by Simran, @SweetSimu #itsnotaphase Highest Ranking: #9 in POETRY as of 27/04/2018 (when ranks used to matter)

If you like allegorical poetry, give this a look. You may enjoy, it you may not, but I am always open to discussion and criticism. In this book, you will find, poems written from the heart, That I will not cease to write, even if I fall apart. The are God inspired, though man-made, or so I believe, Because they possess thoughts that I could not conceive. Praise, sadness, and stories are contained herein, Tales of how, Jehovah-Rophe, saved us all from sin, When I began, as I have written, I knew not where to begin, But now as I continue, I let the Holy Spirit in. So please, give it a read: you may learn something knew, Or maybe it will allow, The Spirit to enter you. They may not be the best in prose, or even in song, But in them are principles I believed all along.

Just thought id share my art and the ideas behind them :) hope you like! :)

Cover made by: lost_dreamz :) Just a bunch of poems or my feelings for the day. Or incase sometime I have some feelings inside I need to let out. Don't judge what I write it's my book and if you don't like it then you can exit out of the book. And to the rest. Enjoy! Ranks: 12-8-17: #102 12-13-17: #73

Rules to Reading: 1. None of these are mine. 2. I don't mean to offend anyone; these are just quotes I find and put down. 3. Some may be really funny and some may not, but please don't put hate comments. 4. Sorry if you've used these in Wattpad already, I look these up from online and not other Wattpad joke books. 5. Enjoy! Vote, comment on your favorites, share!

She's invisible. She's quiet. She's alone. She's Mysterious. She's a reader. She's a freak. She's nothing. She's Mysterious. She's shy. She's mute. She's broken. She's Mysterious. She's scared. She's confused. She's secretive. She's Mysterious. No one sees her. No one knows her. She's just there. She has no friends. She has no name. But she has hair. Beautiful hair. Colorful hair. Purple hair. With black roots and white ends. She has eyes. Electric blue eyes. She wears glasses. Glasses that hide those eyes. Eyes that make you wanna know who she is. She's. Mysterious.

typewriter ˈtʌɪprʌɪtə/ noun an electric, electronic, or manual machine with keys for producing print-like characters one at a time on paper inserted round a roller. I think a lot. especially when i'm down. I write my thoughts. i write my feelings. i write them to the clouds, in hopes that they'll hear me. that someone will hear me. that anyone will hear me. will that person be you? I hope so. I really do. dream driːm/ noun plural noun: dreams 1. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. --this book would look best in the 'courier' font.-- lowercase intended. RANKED #8 IN HAIKUS as of 11/01/19 RANKED #15 IN HAIKUS as of 11/08/18 RANKED #67 IN UNREQUITED as of 01/01/19

#36 in thought ~ 15.4.19 Sometimes when I take long night walks and the stars shine upon me, illuminating my whole being, I put into words my thoughts. My hands being the brush and my heart being the paint, I carefully stroke my words onto the pavement, tainting it. ~~~ Mysterious. Dark. Infinite. The Universe. Occasionally, I like to reach to it.