Forbidden Fruit

For the forbidden fruit is always bitter. But this one I promise you, is fatal. [ all rights reserved © horrorwild ]

HELLRAISER

we're all villains in the end © 2017 mars

THOSE ELTON BOYS [COMING SOON]

THEY ARE NOT WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE; THEY ARE DYING IMMORTALS © 2019 by lee

ODE TO THE SUN

from lovers lips a love is lost then found again

ICARUS

crush my softly ― i am delicate.

A GENTLEMAN'S GUIDE TO MURDER

virtues are for fools, darling.

Sun, Dates, And Paper Plates

Eighteen year old Charmeine was looking forward to spending her summer break at home, reading her beloved romance novels. It was the last 'real' holiday she'd have before being shipped off to college and she planned to use it to its fullest laziness potential. Charmeine's plans get roughly disrupted, however, when he...

Mesmeric Youth ✓

I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

WORLD

random ramblings of a sleep deprived girl

fire in the sky

all i wanted to do is listen to phoebe bridgers and think. instead, ive decided that life is too much to not document in words. 2020 ©rryleecc

BLOOM

𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/

Kissing Wounds | ✓

After graduating from high school, Mathew sets out to do a two-year missionary service like everyone else his age. Mathew thought that his only problem would be him adjusting to the city as someone who's lived in a farming town all his life. he didn't expect to get so focused on helping Nathaniel recover from his past...

Finding August | ✓ [SAMPLE]

[THIS IS A SAMPLE] Read the full story on Radish fiction. The link is in my Wattpad Bio. --- August walked out of Vincent's life the same way he walked in - unexpectedly. Vincent had a decent quiet life working as a tattoo artist in the city of Detroit until the runway aspiring artist, August, knocked on his front doo...

i thought i was your daydream.

your heart better be prepared to break.

IN ARLES

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

ANOBRAIN

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

else

(2019) behold, the beholder

LILAC MUSINGS.

graced poetic rambles & what-not. lower-case intended.

brutalist

(2018) satire and conspiracy

TRANSIENT

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

Dead Poets Club ✓

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

swallowing earthworms

pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues

THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS

come a little closer, i wanna tell u how i feel.

menace

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

EXPRESSIONS

I LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405

𝚂 𝚃 𝙰 𝚁 𝙻 𝙰

𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. // no. 1 in #wattpadpoetry (24 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoems (23 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoet (24 June 2021) // no. 1 on #poemcontest (8th May 2021) // no. 1 on #sixwordstories (8th May 2021) // no. 1 on #milkandhoney (28th May 2021) // no. 3 in #poemcontest (24 Jun...

i don't really feel like fighting.

HOW CAN A HOLLOW CHEST FEEL SO HEAVY poetry, rambles, rantings, letters, etc. enjoy!! but read at your own risk* *massive tw for basically anything mental-illness related, including depression, anxiety, self harm, suicide, abuse, blood, knives/blades, eating disorders, etc. please don't read if you think this will tr...

BODIES IN OASIS

you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

AD INFINITUM

❝to infinity, endlessly, without limit.❞ - in which i write poems on the nature of christianity, homosexuality, and the absence of a father.

Two Truths and a Liar

"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕." 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚. After a strange attack, his popular life as a well-loved football player and teenage hear...