❝You have exactly one year to kill me and not a single day more.❞ ❝And what happens if I don't murder you exactly as you demand, princess?❞ ❝I'll demand a full refund. Customer dissatisfaction guaranteed.❞ melanie enderby can't bear the thought of ending her life. so she hires an internet assassin to do it for her. then the universe brings her phillip knox, a quirky photographer who wears rose-tinted sunglasses and somehow talks her out of it. melanie doesn't want to love him. knox knows he shouldn't crave her. but they're drawn together for reasons they can't explain. because knox is a sweet mystery, a loveable conundrum, and quite possibly... her soulmate? unfortunately, melanie's already married to her first soulmate. and now that she's changed her mind about dying, she can't seem to get a hold of her assassin. an assassin who just might be the man she fell in love with. it's a race against time. hop in. [zoom] Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved

❝I swear, people are the cause of cancer.❞

"𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉" // a collection of poems on being a difficult woman, loving to our full potential and allowing ourselves to be as angry as we care to be.

A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19632442-reaper-man] Copyright S.Ranasinghe 2013 HG Wells Short Story Competition [shortlisted]

discontinued. // and he stretched out his legs and ran, as if to meet the moon for the first and last time.

A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]

you're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016

It is a regular day for Inoue Jun, a young man in his early twenties. Until it isn't anymore. Among flower petals, a fleeting smile, and a sudden death, he now has to find a way to remain sane. If someone died right before you, how would you react? All rights reserved. © hirumei

A tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙖 𝙢𝙜𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙜-𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙥. | 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘨𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨 | naumpisahan: 𝟏𝟎|𝟏𝟐|𝟏𝟗 natapos: ㅡ