Elizabethschyler Histórias

Hamilton could barely see his page with the dim candlelight. He blinked, then readjusted his glasses. His quill looped gracefully yet sloppily against his parchment. Page 30 of The Federalist. Five over what they had planned - and all by his lonesome. - Just a drabble. Warning for slight mention of alcohol, but not too much.

*This is my first story so I'm so sorry for how bad it is. Feel free to criticise and tell me how I can do better. Everyone needs constructive criticism! - washingdad and hamilson -Jamilton -pretty bad ships: -JAMILTON -MULLETE

I wish he'd look at me the way he looks at her. Tw: selfharm, abuse, suicide, swearing, etc.

Girl living a very hectic life has 15 soulmates. They just aren't from this time.

"All men whilst they are awake are in one common with the world; but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own." -Plutarch Alex doesn't remember his past. Ever since he died, that weighed him down, always filling him with questions about who he had been. The answers always felt far away, until he was assigned to protect a young boy, who's name seems a little too familiar. total words: 26,462