Reed is quite content living in his black and white world. And then he meets Harry. - Copyright © 2015 Viano Oniomoh All rights reserved.

One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after these letters, nothing will ever be the same again. (used to be named Thirty Letters) (Inspired by the 30 Day Letter Challenge)

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

it's a jOKE AND DONT READ IT IF YOU'LL GET OFFENDED.

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

"Why do they call it Shadowood?" I ask as we walk deeper into the forest. Old, dried up leaves crunch beneath my feet as I move a branch to the side, and drops of water from the trees above fall on my clothes from the recent rain. "Because they say that where ever you go, even in the clearings, a shadow is always following closely behind." All rights reserved. Cover by @surrealinfinities