[Now on WEBTOON!] [SLOWLY EDITING] A social klutz and certified bookworm, Autumn Lyne is content with having just books as companions--that is, until her extrovert of a sister drags her out to meet her band. But nobody has expected that this would mark the plot twist her heart has never signed up for. Her first love. *** Autumn Lyne has terrible social skills, and when her older sister Clover has had enough of her being alone all the time, she's forced to interact with people outside of her tiny world. Meeting and befriending her sister's bandmates is only the beginning. Her growing bond with the charming Michael Summer seems unstoppable. But what if there is more to him than meets the eye? How can a girl who has barely opened up her heart handle her first love--and first heartbreak? Illustration by raindrops_

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

What would happen if everyone was just kind to each other? Sixteen-year-old Anna Brown asks herself this question every day and finally decides to do something about it - even if that means casually opening a door for someone, or even just offering her seat on the sub-way to someone else. Between charity bake drives, the stress of modern day high school, and the infuriating boy next door, join Anna as she strives to make the world a better place, in - The Kindness Project

❝You invaded my heart like a storm in the sea, But you left me with waves and broke the barriers in me, I looked for you till blindness overwhelmed my eyes, Did you not care about turning - replying to my cries...❞ [ A Wattpad Featured Story Highest ranking - #3 in poetry ] ❝All poems could be words but not all words could be poems❞ [ Cover by: @Hornsofarebel ]

[ THE FICTION AWARDS 2018 WINNER FOR BEST POETRY BOOK ] ❝He spent his life chasing butterflies, never noticing how he trampled on the flowers.❞

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.