Don't wait until it's too late to tell someone how much you love them and how much you care about them because when they're gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry, they won't hear you anymore.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"

cryp·tic [krip-tik]: secret; obscure in meaning With twenty six letters, she composed words that placed the fragility of her life into the hands of someone else. With those same twenty six letters, he formed pleas for her to stay. (#151 in Fanfiction) © 2013 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

Beth had always been one to party Friday and Saturday nights away with her best friend Calum. What she never expected was to meet a mysterious boy with brightly coloured hair named Michael, let alone fall for him.

Two stubborn teenagers meet unexpectedly. Both grief stricken and guarded, Maddie soon becomes Michael's lighthouse. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

alright, students. your final project is due a month from today. i'd like you to take a picture of the most beautiful thing you can find.

COMPLETED | "Make me feel like I am breathing, feel like I am human."