It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

It's not their fault if they can't help it. [ASYLUM SERIES - BOOK ONE]

'Once you hear their screams, you'll wish you had never came'

"You're a demon, just like me." Calum whispered. "A demon?" Mia asked. "The voices. They tell you to do evil. They are demons, and the doctors are scared."

Angeli and her family move to a new city due to her dad's job. Her parents are very reluctant to take the new house due to rumors about the murders many years before due to one Michael Clifford, but they have no choice since it's the last house available in the town they are required to live in. Michael, already knowing about Angeli's unknown necromancy powers, decides to mess with her causing her family to think that she's going crazy and try to seek help for her. What happens when the two start to fall for each other? Will Michael want Angeli to continue living in his house, even if he has to kill to get her to stay?

A contemporary southern gothic mystery series about a teenager who discovers a cache of centuries-old letters containing clues to crimes happening in the present day. READERS CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! Parish Mail is written like a TV series–there are over-arching mystery and romantic story arcs that extend between the episodes, while each episode has a smaller case that is presented and solved. Along the way, I will asks you, the reader, to make several small decisions as you read. These choices do not impact the overarching storyline, but certain combinations “unlock” clues to the series’ mystery, which are embedded in the text.

Do you know anyone with a crippling, morbid fear of flying? Well, you do now. I have a theory: An event one spring day in the town cemetery at the dawn of my existence had everything to do with planting a stark view of life and death which led, eventually, to a profound mistrust of infernal contraptions that carried you up into the sky. Because of that profound mistrust, vast portions of my prime were spent (and misspent) on long journeys aboard trains. A trip that would have been a blip in time by plane was an entirely different deal on the train—days and nights, not hours. Veritable miniature eternities. This led to encounters, adventures, dilemmas and situations that could only happen on a train—and not merely because of the train’s comparative slowness, but because train people are an entirely different breed of human from airplane people (or bus people, for that matter, and that’s another story). Trains are so....well....so existential. This stark view of life and death, which also had plenty to do with me lobbying my mother (in vain) to get busy on building a fallout shelter in our basement, had some stiff opposition. To be an American child in the 50s was to open one’s innocent eyes on the post-WW2 decade, an era jumping with progress,plenitude, dazzling crazed optimism and fun. Nightmare glimpses of atrocities from that big bad war we missed by the skin of our teeth bobbed to the surface occasionally, sobering us and reminding us of our aberrant good luck, and in my case, whispering that innocence was but a thin, thin membrane, that this world I’d been born into was a seething, infinitely complicated place, and I’d better pay attention. But let’s have some fun! Here we go, with Bad Boys. What’s rock ‘n’ roll but the shot heard ‘round the world?

❝i didn't eat for three days, so i could be lovely.❞ © kodaline ( book one )

"So you, the serial killer, expects me, the totally innocent, but unbelievably unhappy high school student, to walk into the sunset with you and be happy?" "That doesn't sound too bad." "You're lucky you're cute." × Prequel to I Never Wanted To || Cashton × Ranked #199 #169 #145 #133 #114 & #84 in fanfiction. All Rights Reserved.© WriteDrunk 2014. Completed.