*Over 1.4 million reads - published on Amazon* My name is Abigail Beckett, and this is 2415, the human race is no longer the only intellectual species on this planet. After the third and the fourth world war in the early 2000s, the Earth was almost wiped clean. This cause drastic change in the environment and mass extinction resulting in the most diverse and bizarre adaptation radiation and the bloom of new species in the history of the planet. The radiation released during the massive nuclear bomb war also triggered the mutation of the human genome. Many died, even more were severely handicapped but there were some who survived came out with powers beyond imagination. And I am one of them. Amazing cover by @MulanJiang! Find the Kindle/Paperback here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LXZ2457

After 11 follows the life of a 17 year old boy named Charlie. Charlie has a painfully below average life, struggling with complications such as self-harm, depression and anxiety, Charlie struggles to keep any faith in humanity. his life is a downwards spiral towards a vacant funeral and a suicide note. All until he meets porcelain. a cancer patient. Love is inevitable and love is infinite. But as they begin to fall into endless oblivions of their fairytale fantasies, both their lives take a turn for the worst. Both broken. Both brittle. This isn't a love story. This is a survival story.

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.

I mean nothing to the world... That's why I remain silent

"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.

req·ui·em (noun) 1. a Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead 2. a musical composition setting parts of a requiem Mass, or of a similar character 3. an act or token of remembrance --------- There’s something charming about the idea of a musician that doesn’t speak. Or at least Garrit likes to think so. Violinist, pianist, composer and voluntary mute, Requiem Jones has been Garrit’s best friend since almost before he can remember. They’re an inseparable pair, and everything seems to be going perfectly for them as they cruise through High school. Junior Year is almost over, and their shared dream of attending Julliard is just within in their grasp. But just as Garrit begins to realize his budding feelings for the enchanting performer, everything takes a turn for the worst. ---- { Cover Art by anticlimactic }

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

A game of Seven Minutes in Heaven turned into my personal Hell. I didn't know the first boy I'd kiss, I'd kill. But I couldn't help it. The feeling, the power it gave me as I drained the life from his body was amazing. But when he dropped to a heap on the floor in front of me, his eyes open and unseeing, I screamed. Because one look, you're mine. One touch, I've got you under my spell. One kiss... You're dead.

It's the Little Things that make a difference.