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A series of disappearances occur in the sleepy town of Northpoint and two people search for answers.
A series of disappearances occur in the sleepy town of Northpoint and two people search for answers.
Misunderstood and overmedicated, twelve-year-old Lilith Bloom finds the prospect of a grand family reunion decidedly dull... That is, until she discovers that the rose garden surrounding her grandfather's Berlin mansion is, well, completely and utterly carnivorous. Armed with Panther, her talking pet whippet, and the...
i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that t...
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
I LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
Short story with tablespoons of romance, teaspoons of comedy and pinches of drama. highest @ #12, thank you for all the love - "Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!" "What a rude salutation. This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up." = Naya Everton has troubles waking up from bed, as any other person...
we're all sinners or our own, most people take longer to find that side of them but once its out its a moment of pure euphoria and maybe even sometimes it means indulging in beautiful things they never thought they'd try
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
That's the thing with being the quiet girl, only papers know what I say. Part I of The Zeros. | was featured | #3 in poetry |
There's a monster who walks free on the streets. Her grin is sharp and her tongue sharper. She's on the hunt for blood. There's a tired boy who watches as his family splinters before his very eyes. It's a matter of time before his winning smile cracks in front of the cameras. There's an invitation in his back pocket t...
Rich beyond imagination, engaged to his old childhood friend, kind and humble, Vincent Nero was Manhattan's golden boy. Until his disappearance left the whole of New York talking. Where did he go? Is his unusual behavior connected to his disappearance? Is he even still alive? The truth is much bigger than his friends...
THE ASSASSINS BLADE WAS CRAFTED FROM THE BONES OF HIS REFLECTION AND SHARPENED ON THE FLAT SPINE OF HIS SHADOW. 2016, revolved © ACTION | 138
All your dreams will come to life. So will all your nightmares. ― After narrowly surviving the car crash that killed his best friend, Andrew King is left to grapple with his loss and nurse a traumatic brain injury. With his injury comes a crippling sleep disorder, and sick of the restless nights and fatigued days...