Inspired by Jay Asher's novel. All poems in here are mine. The cover photo was edited by yours truly but the photo used isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner. • highest ranking #12 in Poetry - 07/20/17 COMPLETE ✔

*** COMPLETED *** Michael, a young boy of 17, has an abusive father and rough school life. Bullied at school and tortured at home, no escape from hell. Proper definition of misery. Shawn, another boy of 17, loving family and the popular boy in school. Praised at school and loved at home, loves his heavenly life. Proper definition of content. What happens when Shawn notices Michael in the shadow? Will he be the light to take away the darkness of Michael's life? Or will he himself get tangled in his world of darkness? Two souls on a journey that of course isn't all rainbows and unicorns. ~𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍~

Geoff and Naomi are dead, and they're depressed, but when Geoff's cat Bernie dies as well, they embark on a wild journey to find it in the underworld. ***** When Geoff dies, alongside his girlfriend Naomi, they end up sharing an apartment in the Underworld as skeletons. But after a few years, Geoff starts suffering a mid-death crisis. What's the purpose of going through the motions as a skeleton if you can't really live? Then he gets word that his cat, Bernie, just died and he can collect him and bring him home! Geoff and Naomi hurry to get Bernie only to discover that, due to a clerical error, their cat has been lost. With the hunt for Bernie giving new purpose to Geoff's un-life, he and Naomi begin a quest to get back their cat. Battling skeleton pirates, climbing the sky ladder and facing off against the villain who took Bernie, Geoff is determined to find his purpose - or die a second time trying! [[2018 Wattys Winner - The Originals]] [[word count: 30,000-40,000 words]]

Y/N is a regular 17-year old boy who goes to high-school and hangs out with friends, life is pretty normal for him until he gets a bullet in the left side of his brain. The next time he wakes up, he seems to be on a hospital bed, only to find out that he's not in a hospital, but in Hell. How he knows this is thanks to the 4 hellish creatures in the same room with him, and one of them seems to have a hold of his phone, and what he do next puts him in a dangerous position. Especially if he's in Hell.

“We are not under the title Nephilim, because unlike us, they have blood of angels in them, good blood. We are called by the name "Collectors". We do the dirty work, we collect hells monsters and send them back by killing them. Some are weak demons, some are mythological creatures, you never know what will break out next.” “But then we are the good guys after all, right?” I asked. Well, we didn’t let monsters eat people and damage stuff, that would make us as good as Nephilim, or whatever - made sense to me. “The good guys… of hell.” Lucas said to himself. “No, we are not the good guys Chrystal" He turned to look me in the eye ".,and we never will be, we have evil already inside of us, it’s evil that gives us power, not love, not hope, not being “good”. We help Satan, we help him by not letting the monsters out, by not letting Nephilim have them. We’re the opposite of “good guys”, we're the opposite of everything good."

Asmodeus is the powerful king of nine hells, with 72 legions of demons under his command. He is the prince of demons, the God of lust and is one of the seven princes of hell-considered the worst of all demons. He is a force that is feared... but when a human is found on the grounds of his castle, for the first time in forever, his world gets turned upside down.

It all started with a harmless little wish. Now, Christie is stuck in Hell. Now, Christie has a new job; to kill, to murder, and to torture. Now, Christie is Satan's Little Helper. ||-:-:-:-:-:-|| Ranked #1 in Satan (as of 30 March 2020) Warning: This book may contain mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Copyright © 2015 by Sydney W. All rights reserved.

Heavy heart, rushing tears and depressing thoughts.

"Amara come and dance with me" Riley demands while dragging me into the dance floor. I detested clubs and parties but I was dragged here by my best friends for my 19th birthday. As I started dancing I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I began to scan the room subtly until my gaze was connected with a pair of bright green beautiful eyes. This wasn't a man, this was a God. His hair was dark and not too short but just that length where you can push it back and it looks effortless. His body looked sculpted and chiseled as if every little detail about him was carefully planned out. He wouldn't stop looking at me. I tried to avert my gaze until a couple of seconds later I felt two large strong arms wrap around my body.

Majorie was just a gangsta bitch that liked shaking ass and making money , what more did kentrell want from her?... "She bounce her ass and shake it low , yeah , she she get ratchet" -Nba youngboy Queen slime was just that bitch everybody hated on and wanted to be , she ain't want to be loved but she loved breaking hearts.. Mature content ⚠️ | Mature language 💚