Boomerang ▹ z. kuwonu
"You know I hit it properly, but nobody do it like me and you." *Completed JAN. 2018*
"You know I hit it properly, but nobody do it like me and you." *Completed JAN. 2018*
Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nation...
about a girl who loved everyone and forgot herself along the way. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y
"i m sorry, mathew, for falling in love with you when I belonged to death the entire time." - a/n: if you don't know, these are letters from ember to mathew, characters i've created in my story: encountering ember on my @aileeanne account. you do not have to read encountering ember to comprehend these letters.
"We're all looking for the same things in the end." She thinks people are mundane. He thinks people are fascinating. Somehow, they fall in love.
He is fifteen and funny and handsome. I am thirteen and naïve and infatuated.
A girl stands on top of the Eiffel Tower, ready to jump, when a mysterious man stops her. A short, three part story about the events that unfold.
Emma Miller didn't know that one run in with the school's bad boy, Aiden Black, would make her life go in all different directions. She didn't know that one little accidental bump into him would throw her into a world of drugs, violence and bad guys. Even with all that, she didn't know that one little accidental bump...
"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]
[a story] in which an ailing girl checks off everything on her bucket list with a little help from her weirdly attractive neighbor. [spiritual #8 // short story #41] WARNING: this shit is cheesy as hell i wanna gouge my eyes out
gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
"could i come with you?" he questions. she smiles ruefully, knowing she could not avoid this question. "you wouldn't want to come where i went."
It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]
I just want you to know that i never really like you either. Short Story #134 12/22/13 Romance #562 Copyright © 2013 Perspective_