Intoxicating Stories

Do not read this if you do not want negative content in your life There are a lot of personal references in this poem. Metaphorical references, literal references, emotional. Don't hesitate to be curious. Don't hesitate to question. Do ask. No there is no structure. A poem is my 'blurt' of life, life is not organised or perfect, neither should you aim for it to be. #listentoyouradvice #degrade #don't Be angry. I did not keep my promise. I'm learning, I don't often find myself keeping promises. Conclusion, never promise again. #regret

Held captive by the bonds that deeply ensnared her heart, Emilia Williams is caught between the fight of good and evil. Does she follow her dear adoptive brother, Jonathan Joestar, who had always been by her side, no matter the circumstance? Or does she follow the intoxicating infatuation that is just begging to chase after the beautiful enigma that is Dio Brando? Emilia would love to think that the answer would be obvious; that she would follow her brother no matter what. However, what happens when the choice is made for her?

There is nothing more thrilling, heart-stopping, adrenaline-inducing, electrifying, than the chase.

roll, roll, roll your joint / twist it at the ends / light it up and take a puff / now pass it to your friend {or the short story inspired by the song 'cigarettes and cush'} STARTED+COMPLETED: 01/06/17

It's Ashley Davis' final year at high school, little does she know that this final year will test her relationships. Will they break it or make it? But who is this Xavier guy? And why does he keep saying "mine"?

*My whole body shivered. I was about to find out if magic was real. The electric thrill of terror was sharp on my tongue. I cut deep.* Silla is damaged and lost since the death of her parents. Nick is the new boy in town with a chilling past of his own. A mysterious spell book steeped in blood magic will bind Silla and Nick together. But at what cost?

His kiss was like...

A life through many sleeping drugs, and never really being able to wake up fully, and everything that happens in one of the most confusing things ever, and will reward those who remember every little detail.

Fourteen years ago widow Norman Beckett was brutally tortured and murdered in front of his five year old daughter Violet Beckett. Distraught and hysterical, Violet was sent away to live with her mother's family in New Salem, where she her memories of that night were promptly suppressed. Now sixteen years later, Violet Beckett finds herself in her own predicament of misery and death, where she awakens to the memories of her father's death, consumed by rage, she seeks out the answers to her father's murder. Finding and putting together the missing pieces, Violet finds herself back in Connecticut back to her childhood home turned monster house, with a old friend on her heels. With her own bounty on her head, Viola seeks to extract revenge for that night. To reclaim her life and the stolen life of her father. In this story of love and anguish, revenge isn't as easy as it seems.

I farted, they farted and we all lived happily ever after.

There are moments that refuse to slip quietly into memory. Moments that cling like the scent of rain on skin, like the echo of a voice you never expected would matter, like the brush of fingers that should have been nothing more than accidental. This story was not meant to be written. Not here. Not like this. And yet The universe has a way of folding paths together, of bending rules just enough for temptation to fit through the cracks. What begins in professionalism, in straight-backed chairs and polite handshakes, can unravel into something far more dangerous. This is not a tale of past lovers finding each other again. It is the story of two strangers one man, one woman, whose lives should have been parallel lines. Instead, they intersected at precisely the wrong time, in precisely the wrong way, and yet... it felt like destiny had always intended for them to collide. Every forbidden laugh. Every teasing remark. Every compliment spoken too softly, too personally. And every kiss that should never have happened. This is the story of him and of her, Meera, the woman who walked in thinking it was just another job. A transaction. A beginning to something professional. She was wrong. What unfolded was not written in any contract. It was carved into the quiet spaces between words, into stolen glances across glass partitions, into the terrifying, intoxicating realization that once a soul recognizes another, there is no turning away.

The truth I found within myself.