"It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. - Frederick Douglass" To me he was that storm but do birds really sing after a storm?

✓ "The day he lost his mind was the day he lost his heart." - He's a broken-hearted artist who's just left rehab with nothing but the clothes on his body. She's chosen living life waiting tables in a nearly bankrup café instead of going further on her career. He abhors the possibility of ever loving again and she doesn't even try to. But when their paths cross, their point of view might be changed. Because they don't really know how tough dealing with absence can be.

"Isn't it funny how it's the boy from the dark that helped me see the light?" As celebration of the one year anniversary since the finish of my most popular story, Broken, I've decided to revisit the story in an entirely new way. The new special edition includes extended sections, updated writing, rethought scenes, and 10 added chapters. Dedicated to the lovely readers that stuck by my side through my inconsistent posting, writers block, and supported my writing from the very start. This is all for you. *content warning: fire, bullying, violence/blood, depression, domestic abuse, sexual assault, toxic relationship centric, mention of alcoholism, emotional abuse, death, themes that could be read as self harm, suicidal ideation, bipolar disorder* Please let me know if I missed anything

Isabelle didn't know it was the men's restroom and not the women's...

She looked into the rearview mirror with nothing but never ending regrets. Sarah was lost and didn't know how life got this messed up. It all started with a party for her then went downhill from there. The life she planned out, was the life she was no longer living. Sarah meets Harry and his friends, soon enough she decides to explore life with them. She discovers the interesting proposal they had given Harry. She can't help but feel broken down again. Sarah can't help but always think I'll end up somewhere, someday. "Can't you see we are falling apart, and coming together. Again and Again. I can't fall again." "We won't." #Sarry

Harry had given Grace till the last piece of himself, in order to save her. But when anything else was left to be shared, he started to feed himself over Grace's Light; he couldn't help it nor could he even noticed it. He was blinded by her love like a Northern Lights show. Till he turned her into his own shadow. It was then that he decided it was time to slet her free, because no matter how bad it would have hurt leaving her, he wanted to save her more than he wanted to save himself. (Book III of LUMIERE's series) Cover by : MySillyHarryDiary Digital rights Reserved to: FicFun

'True love doesn't only bring out the best in you. It brings out the worst.' When Trinity meets Harry things change, but it isn't for the better. However, she is eager to know what is behind the wall he has built so high around himself, and she learns things about him that no one else does. But the more she gets dragged into his world, the harder it is for her to get back on track, and she finds herself part of a world she never knew existed. The cracks in your heart is for the light to shine through and make things better, but what do you do when the cracks are too deep and the light can no longer find its way in? (Contains mature content)

SEQUEL TO LIGHTS OFF ( BOOK II) : You need to be careful when you deny love. You could find yourself stumbling in the dark, hoping for that one love you have rejected, to save you from falling. "To love is not to care, Harry. Becuase love is a fire that can't be turned off, no matter how far it burns." - Alex Cover by: MySillyHarryDiary All the rights reserved to : MySillyHarryDiary

©martomlin All rights reserved Dead Flowers January 2018 Completed (under lazy reconstruction) - - Jane Hughes is an eighteen-year-old girl that is about to dive head-first into the blood-thirty jaws of womanhood. Plagued with a mother that resents her youth, a disinterested father, and an impetuous ex-fiancee that's never been told no, she is on the cusp of change. She's certain her days will be spent with her unfathomably gorgeous best friend in the tiny music shop where they work. Then there's Harry. He's graceful, intense, handsome. He waltzes into her world carefully, one boot-clad foot in front of the other. They fall hard and fast for another, hardly having time to brace themselves for the initial impact. Harry nudges her toward a revolution outside of peace rallies and Vietnam protests, one that is gritty, insatiable, and tangible. Set against the backdrop of the violent, decadent early 1970's in North America, Jane navigates her path with uncertain boldness.

If you build walls up around yourself, someone is eventually going to break them and you won't be able to prevent yourself from getting hurt. All Rights Reserved to stylesdimplxs, 2015. ©