when a girl shares her mind with the world. [cover by @blondesun ]

"When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not. When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot." ~Percy Bysshe Shelly •°•°•°•°• A collection of journal entries and letters to the star, from the one whose name was memory. Copyright © Jenna Sinclair All Rights Reserved. •°•°•°•°• Cover by me @elzarion

an older sister. a younger sister. and a whole set of problems. ⎯⎯⎯ ❝she was the sun... and she was about to burn out❞ mariah was more social than her older sister. she was well-liked, vibrant, outgoing and was the class clown. her antics spoke of her colourful personality. or so andrea thought. ❝i was the moon... and i was fading❞ older sister, less vibrant, quickly forgotten-- andrea was the one adults liked, children loved, and her peer group overlooked. but she was the good one, always on the lookout for others, had it all together. didn't she? ❝they were night and day... and endless twilight separated them❞ the two sisters were drifting apart. they were too different. too set apart. andrea thought mariah was fine without her; she thought she was fine without mariah. but she was wrong. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ [ cover by wiltedwildflowers ]

In which we share anonymous abuse cases.

a story in which Aidan tells Tatiana all the reasons why he broke her. cover: @sana-x

Shah Jamshid al-Hassan, king of the Sazian Empire, is dead. He is succeeded by three heirs: Esfandar, the crown prince; Soraya, the forgotten daughter; and Roshani- the one who killed him. Roshani felt no remorse shoving her sword through her father's heart. Nor does she have any doubts about imprisoning her cunning grandmother in the depths of the royal prison, where she can't cause any more trouble. The tyrannical tendencies in the young empress only seem to be tempered by Kasra, her infant half-brother born shortly before the coup. To protect Kasra, Roshani is determined to kill her other siblings and end this conflict once and for all. But spies and betrayers abound in the palace, and Roshani may have more enemies within than without. Esfandar's mind has always been more attuned to war than to the politics behind it. Shocked and outraged by his sisters' betrayals, he seeks to reclaim the throne that is rightfully his. His troops rally in support of their emperor, retaking the north from Roshani's forces. Yet doubt soon creeps into the young prince's mind. As his armies forge ahead, Esfandar will discover that governing and conquering are not one and the same. The large personalities of Esfandar and Roshani have always outshone Soraya in the palace. Neither the shah nor the other palace lords ever concerned themselves with the quiet girl hiding behind her mother's skirts. But now, having escaped Roshani's coup, the empire has been forced to consider Soraya a threat. Protected by the priests and magis of the fire temple, Soraya's claim to the throne is the weakest. Her only hope is a strange power from the gods, one she's not even sure she can control. Three siblings. Three armies. One crown.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

A short romance about a doomed love between a prince and princess. "He had fire in his eyes, she had ice inside her veins."