Leopold
Genevieve can't tell if her soulmate is a transcendentalist author who died one hundred and fifty years ago, or the person who is leaving his books for her to find.
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Finding Aria (Wᴀᴛᴛʏ Aᴡᴀʀᴅs 2013)
(Completed)- Aria Cadence has lost her passion to sing. For seventeen years, what she once thought was a beautiful escape, is now an unspoken taboo.Her passion for singing has been torn, broken and beaten down to the point that she wants nothing to do with singing-or music for that matter-ever again. And whose to blam...
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The Gentleman's Code
"What's your name, again? Rowell Forest Hill something, right? But wait, I don't really care. Not really. Just try not to keep on forgetting that I have wrists and can twist them to turn a door knob. Just, stop." Robert Hills is a gentleman and everyone in town knows that. Everyone. But when he decides to show off his...
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skinny love : (n.) when two people love each other, but are too shy to admit it, even though they still show it. Paristella's Contest ~ Round 2 [ Short Story #54 / Romance #240 ]
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Fragments
One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4
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Pushing Daisies
Women are like flowers. With vibrant petals, they hide the sweet nectar lurking within while capturing the attention of curious eyes. With they're beauty and soft voice, they lure you into their trap. And once they've had enough of your company, they close they're petals to you and wait to bloom again in spring and al...
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Mute
Music:ON World:OFF Welcome to Syrus. Please pick up your complimentary pair of headphones at the gates. Plug them into your mandatory devices and skip to track four. Listen and enjoy. Cor's world is filled with notes and pitch and tone. Twenty three hours of the day she is hooked to the music mandated by the Serial Se...
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A Guide To Becoming A Teenage Hipster
Two ambitious teenagers meet in a chance encounter and are immediately repulsed by one another. Follow they're journey as they transit and adjust into adult life while battling the ties of fate that keep bringing them closer over the years.
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collarbones
It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]
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early in the morning • zayn malik
early in the morning, I'll come calling, I'll come calling after you. all rights reserved under @roulade
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One Hundred and Sixty Characters
In which a boy and a girl live on opposite ends of the city, yet still manage to find their way to each other. Their story is told through an exchange of rambling texts.
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A Year of Winter
For seventeen years, Henry’s always been content with a cup of tea and a good book. But when he decides that he wants to write one of his own, he realizes he lacks something to write about. So, when the enigmatic Winter McLane transfers to his school, he thinks he may have finally found what he’s been looking for.
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Broken Strings || Niall Horan [AU]
[ONGOING] ❝Opening your wrists won't set your demons free, but opening your heart just might.❞ ✖ ✖ ✖ Anna Winters is broken. A long time ago, a horrific incident tore her family apart, destroying her life in the process. Now, five years later, she's alone and empty. A controlling mother with a habit of drinking he...
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love strip h.s
The voices were loud in my ear, my heart was thumping loud in my chest, of all the faces in the room his was the most content with the fact that I was being pressurized to take my clothes off by a gathering of drunk teens who were in a few seconds ready to take them off for me. He had this smirky grin on his face wh...
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endless
a collection of thoughts, poems and writings, by yours truly. copyright by heights on wattpad; please do not redistribute or you will be dealt with accordingly. poetry #272 other #417 26/10
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painting paradise [tuesday]
❝she painted a picture of paradise.. to melt, around her heart, the ice.. and through it she wandered, ever alone.. building a home she could call her own.❞ || a jumble of emotions that speak when words fail ||
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cigarettes // z.m.
What if life was like a box of cigarettes? Every time a cigarette was lit a memory was ignited and every time it was trapped the memories would fade and turn into ash.
