Sam had expected to wake up alone, but he didn't. (LGBT themes).

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]

Why do we only know what we want after we've lost it? This is a short story about a young boy's tragic encounters with love. #1 in Quickstory - 27/08/18 2nd place in Short Story - Fruits of Love Awards 2018 First published: 17/07/18

Poetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartbreaks made her heart what it is now. Whatever her heart is now.m She Series: Book one.

I'm not a poet. I'm not anything. I'm just a young soul trying to express herself through the only way she knows how. ~A collection of simple poems~ Highest rankings: #6 in Poem - 25/09/18 #7 in Poem - 19/09/18 #15 in Poem - 1/09/18 #13 in Poetry - 27/09/18 #17 in Poem - 18/08/18 #19 in Poetry - 25/09/18 #23 in Poetry - 23/09/18 #28 in Poetry - 19/09/18 First published: 16/06/18

If you're a happy person, better stay away from this depressing af poetry book. And to those of you who relate to my poems...I'm sorry...I'm sorry we had to go through this shit :( (cover is not mine)

I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.