~~~ Ryder's face turned angry as he pushed me back up against a wall. His face hovered inches from mine. I could feel his hot breath on my lips that smelled like cinnamon. With his chest pressed up against mine, my heart was beating rapidly while he smirked and leaned closer, if that was even possible. "Don't mess with me Ruby. You won't like the consequences." "And what would those be?" I asked breathlessly. His lips brushed against my ear and I drew in a breath. I could feel him smiling. "You'll see." ~~~ Ryder Daniels is arrogant, cocky, and your typical bad boy. He fights, rides a motorcycle, and attracts as many girls as a local Starbucks would. With his Greek God body, every girl falls for him, but he only breaks their hearts by playing them. Ruby Buchanan is the new girl, but not the nerdy one that would get picked on, but a fighter. After her parent's divorce, she had to move from sunny California to cold Pennsylvania. The only way she can get the stress and frustration out from her is to fight. With an unexpected run in with the school's hot 'bad boy', she needs to stay away from this annoying prick with his perfect looks and smirk. She also unfortunately finds out that he's her neighbor. But after spending time with Ryder, will she be able to keep her feelings at bay? Or will she realize that there are deeper feelings toward Ryder than she thought? And when Ryder finds out the twisted past about Ruby, will he run to the hills, or fight for her? ACTUAL COMPLETION DATE: 1/27/2015 This book is now published on Barnes and Noble NOOK, Amazon Kindle, Apple iBookstore, Lulu, and Kobo bookstores FOR FREE!

Una storia, o forse più dei ricordi masticati con il freddo e due sigarette americane alla stazione. Anna, in fondo, non ha niente da raccontare. Secondo posto The Girls Contest 2019 Poesia poesia narrativa, storico, biografico | 2016-2017 | riscrittura

no sense, o forse no. (Raccolta, 2018.2019)

Studente, giovane, senza certezze e quindi ribelle. Incazzato, insuscettibile di ravvedimento, ecco chi scrive questi versi.

"Si sposavano bene le cosce tra le guance, i seni tra i respiri e le mani sulle scapole, ad abbracciare l'eterno fino ad addormentarsi. [...] Quanto tempo, pensò, quanto tempo...sarà valso tutto questo tempo perso a sentirsi cimici rivoltate? [...] Guarda la luna, gli diceva, guarda la luna." Due ragazze ed un po' di arte ad ucciderle lentamente. racconto, angst fanfic | 2018 | pensatilibero official playlist : spotify ; cicatrici su tela [k.j].

La piccola Ophelia vestita di bianco va incontro alla notte, dolcissima e scalza

Bellissima

Raccoglieró gli sparsi frammenti

appassisco in un prato cementato. raccolta | 2016.17

raccontini marci nella cartapesta . poesia narrativa breve © Alessia Lonardi - 2017, 18, 19, 21, 22