~ Won First Place at The Amoré Awards in the Poetry Category ~ ~Won Second Place in The Sparkle Awards~ ~Won Second Place in The Oasis Awards~ -------------------------------------------------- What d e f i n e s you? The desolate woods under the euphoric skies? The d y i n g colours in their menacing eyes? The untamed fear in the midst of chaos? That dramatic pattern of stars hidden amongst the clouds? What are y o u ? -E.B.K ----------------------------------------------- My humble attempt at writing. Your feedback will be appreciated. :) All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer. I do not own any of the images.

Harry is a famous singer and Niall is a fanboy •twitter & instagram•

Sequel to If I Let You Know... It's a completely different story and you can read it without having read the previous one (although you'll be able to understand some things better if you have read it)... but do as you please! Copyright © All Rights Reserved

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

Once a girl pulled me out of the bar. Of course I quickly came to my senses and brushed her off, walking down the street not looking back. I kept my head down and walked against the wind. I pushed the door to a jewelry store. "I need an engagement ring..." I trailed off. "A nice one."

Bowie fan fiction

"Will this be all Ms..." She squinted at my sweatshirt. I knew what was coming, my last name. I've been through this a million times. As did everyone with Juilliard sweatshirts with their last names on it. "Bowie?" My eyes widened. That's not my last name. I looked down at the sweatshirt that I had thought was mine for the last hour. "Um... Yes thank you. You can call me Ilse. I'll probably be back a lot more." I smiled. But my last name isn't Bowie, I must have grabbed the wrong sweatshirt.

The year is 1974 and Rosalind Chester is an 18 year old girl who is in love with one of the biggest rockstar's of that time, along with a million other David Bowie fans... When Ros decides it's time to leave home to live in Brixton, her whole world changes. "I was just another fan of Bowie's, one of those fans that dreamed of meeting him. But in reality, and the sad truth is, he'd never know I existed. " - Rosalind Chester. But how wrong she was... So what happens when on a normal night out, Ros ends up having a chat with the man she's been in love with for the past 5 years? And how they both change each other's lives within 12 months... Is this the love story of the Brixton Boy and the little Rebel? In loving memory of David Jones (Bowie) - see you soon Starman x If you enjoyed this story then please go and check out the sequel...! It's called 1984 - link is below! x http://my.w.tt/UiNb/kBmGR0vCku