ㅡ in which a boy who sends sticky notes to his crush everyday. was 'letters' ㅡstartedㅡ 21.02.16 'sticky notes'ㅡeditedㅡ22.04.16

Formerly titled Butterfly ~~~ When former reporter Melody Tsushima was sentenced to twenty months in prison, she hadn't expected to be sent to Versailles. Cooking soups and planting daffodils, after all, was strange. But all par for the course at the so-called "Palace at Versailles," an old mansion equal parts prison and psychiatric ward for incarcerated young adults. And Melody certainly hadn't expected her own special assignment: to write the stories of her fellow patients.  A girl who truly knows what it means to be different. A young woman with wounds that run far deeper than skin. A boy whose heart is much too big for his damaged body. A young woman who sees the world as it could be, not as it is. A boy with too many souls living in him. A boy with universes in his mind.  All of them are unique, and all of their stories will change Melody.  // Note: this story was formerly a completed story in the fanfiction category. This version has been rewritten to be original fiction. Due to the request of readers, the previous story chapters have been unpublished, rather than deleted.

in which two sad teenagers meet at a therapy session #570 in fanfiction

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

***** "Hey! Don't you know not to do that in the middle of the sidewalk?!" You say, hurriedly pulling this weird young man up to stand. By this point, although most just ignored you and him in the middle of the sidewalk, some people glanced at the two of you and glared. You were starting to get agitated with all the unwanted attention. He had bumped into you and fallen on top of you while the ruckus behind you occurred and stopped suddenly, bowing his head as a sign of saying 'sorry'. "I'm very, very sorry. My English is no good," the young man says, his deep voice laced with a thick accent. He stands up from his bow and towers over you, giving you a smile that reminds you of a box. "You're not from here, are you?" You ask. "I from Korea," He replied. "My name is Kim Taehyung. What's yours?" ***** (A/N: I wrote this when I was 13, and came back to give it a somewhat "ending." Don't expect too much; I apologize for any inconsistencies and meh writing! Thanks for reading :D)

*TRAILER IN FIRST CHAPTER* One day whilst writing the next chapter for your latest fanfiction you get a message from kik saying that they read your fanfictions. What if the guy you've been texting for a year is one of your ultimate biases? Highest rank in fanfiction: #30 17/12/16 in Fanfiction.

" I want you to have the baby and leave, I'll pay you " What happens when Jimin think he is only married to one person but something else came up. Will she find out his secret ? What will happen with Jimin and y/n ? if you haven't read my other story " LOVE GAME " please check that out first to get a better feel for this fanfic! ☺️☺️☺️

She was my cigarette and I was her lighter. - short story -

What happens when 7 good looking boy gets transferred to your school & you make a bet with one of them ? What will it lead too well I don't know Read too find out.. SIDE NOTE: this was requested by a reader for it to be slightly Similar to heart strings. INSPIRED by heart strings. Also this story was written when I was 14 and I'm 17 now! one day I'll make it so it doesn't sound to cliche lol