She was gone. The thought ran through my head over and over. I couldn't breathe. I wanted her back, she was mine. Not again! Why did she have to go? I stared at the blood on my hands, it was her blood. It was blue. She wasn't dead yet, i knew that much I cried of relief. Tears flooded my face. My wings shot up to the sky. I wasn't going to hide anymore. I would find her even if it was the last thing I did. I would hold her in my arms and she would too. I want her, I need her. "Y," I said weakly into the sky, tears still flooding my eyes, "please live for just a little longer, I'll find you and I'll save you. So please...." I broke down. Determination flowed trough my veins. I could hold her again. My heart still beat, i would not break my promise. I just had to live for a little longer. I raised my wings to the sky, my short black hair could barley flow trough the air anymore. It didn't matter anymore, the only thing worth thinking about was how to get her back. My wing was too damaged to fly, so I hid both, and walked towards the town. I thought of her the whole way back, not bothering looking at the bloodshed that had just transpired. I jumped up from bed, sweating like crazy. It was fine, it was just a nightmare. I calmed down. It was ok, Y was fine and that was all that mattered. How did I know, well, that didn't matter. I looked up at the moon. "I wonder when I'll see her again." This is a story that contains girlxgirl romance so if you are not comfortable with that please leave. I insist. Also this story contains blood and gore (you can tell) and touches on discrimination, so read at your own risk. ---------------------------------------------------------- Join Ellie on her journey to regain her memory's and literally make every other main character reveal his/her secrets. Jesus this story came out way darker than I first imagined.

Everyone is born seeing one of three colors: Gold, Violet, or Pink. You spend your life seeing everything in that one color, which is reflected by the color of your eyes. There are three Princes of age to select, all seeing one of the door firebrand colors, henceforth their parents have called for a selection, to assist them in finding the girl of their dreams. But the palace is much more dangerous than it seems from the outside. be warned that mot everything is as it seems and that the life of a royal isn't as grand as it seems. (COLSED EXCEPT FOR REBELS)

{completed - UNDER EXTREME EDITING} FEATURED ON THE OFFICIAL @Fanfic HUNGER GAMES READING LIST. ❝Attachment always results in pain❞ Harper Anselin is a fifteen year old girl from District 12. She is quiet, keeps to herself, loves nature and is very rarely seen without a bow and arrows. When the reaping for the 99th Hunger Games comes around, she doesn't think things could get any worse - her little sister had died recently and her father had fallen seriously ill. The odds are definitely not in her favour. So when she is chosen, she doesn't know what to do. No one volunteers for her (of course) and she will have to spend her sixteenth birthday fighting to the death. Harper knows her mother wouldn't be able to support her dying father, but she know that if she wins, she can nurse her father back to health with good food and medicine. Scared and alone, she will face the trauma that is the Hunger Games. However, she isn't alone. She never was and never will be... * * * Also published on Quotev and Mibba. And please beware...this was my second story. It's chock-full of typos and silly story lines. But ah well. Hopefully my editing will change it! Please enjoy the story!

It's been decades since the second rebellion. The Games continue, the Capitol has a new president. Ever since I can remember, my father convinced me to train for the Hunger Games. The time has finally come. This year is going to be my year. I'm ready. I can do it, I can go into the Hunger Games and take it all. The 107th Hunger Games is mine for the taking, and nobody is going to stop me from being crowned victor. They'll die trying.

(WRITTEN BEFORE SEASON 4) What if Sherlock had a daughter? Well he does, a two year old daughter to be exact and she is the sweetest thing in the world! When the girls Mother dies the police find out that The Sherlock Holmes is the little girls Father and now it is up to him to care for the child... But what happens if Moriarty learns about the little girls existence? ~ The plot is my own creation and so is Sherlock's daughter, the other characters are not owned by me. Please do not steal my ideas or character. I have written Sherlock a little differently to the original ~ Please comment your thoughts!!

Peggy was one of the three Schuyler Sisters. Angelica was the oldest, and the prettiest, Eliza was the sensible sister(not that Angelica or Peggy aren't sensible, but she was a bit more than Angelica who was a bit rash at times, or Peggy, who was still young), and finally Peggy Schuyler. Peggy was the child that not everybody noticed, she is special though, and soon someone will see the true Margarita Schuyler, for who she truly is. Caring. Loving. A Cinnamon Roll. Intellectual. Sensitive.

who lives, who dies, who tells your story? [in which peggy schuyler finds herself, in the midst of loosing herself.] [started 08/08/17] [highest ranking: 381 in hamilton, 1 in schuyler]

The Hamilton college AU that nobody asked for but I wanted to write. Seriously, if you haven't listened to the Hamilton soundtrack GO DO IT. What happens when the immigrant orphan, exchange student, the school jock, and literally the gayest guy known to existence become friends? This will mainly be Hamilton X Laurens but I'll have some more ships in there. ALL CREDIT FOR THE COVER GOES TO REYSKYKID ON TUMBLR !! PLEASE CHECK THEM OUT !! THIS IS NOT MINE !! THEY MADE THIS BECAUSE THEY ARE AMAZINGLY TALENTED !! NOT ME !! ALL CREDIT GOES TO THEM !! NOT ME !! Word Count: 18,508 COMPLETED