Posy Stories

A reader asked for all the artwork from my novels to be located in one place. Here it is! If you haven't read Posy, there are spoilers ahead. Wattpad doesn't like big image files, so these are screenshots. For the AI artwork I created, you can find higher-resolution images on my official website. I'll add to this as I create more stories!

Book Two to Seasons of Society series Stolen glances. Forbidden feelings. A love that was never meant to exist... yet refuses to be forgotten. - Bridgerton AU - © kkurraa_ | 2026 BTS fan fiction.

Austin is carefree and likes to play, commitment is his only fear. Delta is the opposite. But, she wants to lose her virginity before she goes to college and she does not want any attachments. She thinks Austin can help with that. It's a foolproof plan.

It has been a year since Katniss and Peeta have died during the rebellion. Now the Hunger Games are back, with a new rule. Everybody is forced to enter their name, regardless of their age. When Gale is picked as a tribute, he is sure that he is being sent to his death like his best friend before him, but what he finds is shocking, and he is forced to team up with mysterious, dangerous people. Will a rebellion rise again? (c) Gale, Rory, Vick and Posy Hawethorne, Katniss and Primrose Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Effie Trinket, President Snow and Haymitch Abernathy belong to Suzanne Collins. (c) Only Evangeline Sporker belongs to me so far, but I promise I have more characters in my iventory! :) By: Dee (ShikaMeansDeer)

[Hunger Games|Rory Hawthorne/Primrose Everdeen|Fluff] "Non c’è problema, mia lady” replicò Rory con un sorrisetto, improvvisando un inchino.Prim si mise a ridere.“Lady?” ripeté poi, rivolgendogli un’occhiata divertita.Rory esibì un'espressione compiaciuta, prima di stringersi nelle spalle:  Prim gli stava sorridendo.“Suona meglio di signorina” spiegò, facendole cenno di sedersi. “E poi ha quattro lettere . E ti si addice” aggiunse, sforzandosi di mostrarsi rilassato mentre lo diceva.“A me non sembra che mi si addica…” mormorò la ragazzina, scoccando un’occhiata impacciata allo specchio. “…Si vede che sono ancora una bambina.” 

"Ink dripping words flying from stitch marked red lips, Fluttering higher and higher on delicate wings, Catch your breath as they touch the golden nebula, And watch. Watch as they transform into something intangible. Not even you, their creator, can reach to them any longer." Just a part time angsty teen, trying her hands in poetry.

This story shares a one-day adventure experienced by Anushka and Parvathi, two little cute sisters during their visit to the Ganapathi temple.

Hiero wanted to know where the hell he was. Lilyana smacked him with a tree branch and ran away. Sure, she can't seem to stand him, but these cross-eyed stars don't care. They have a plan for these two. After all, in a time a war, love really is the only thing that can reach people, isn't it?

When fate gets bored pass the popcron

Welcome to the 60th Hunger Games. Posy, an innocent 14 year old girl is reaped alongside her sisters childhood friend Ash. But what is going to happen when they are set into the arena together to fight to the death?

Seventeen-year-old Rowan Vale, a quiet literature student with a fascination for astronomy, writes a story about his English teacher's brutal death - right down to the smallest detail. Three weeks later, it happens exactly as he wrote it. He doesn't run. He doesn't defend himself. He simply says, "I warned her," and hasn't spoken since. Now, Mira Lennox, a psychology intern desperate to prove herself, is assigned to his case. She starts reading through his old journals - messy handwriting, half-finished stories, physics formulas crossed with poetry - and realizes he's been writing other people's deaths for years.

a collection of all the poetry i can't take back.

This is a little poem based off of Hozier's "Almost (Sweet Music)" WARNING! This poem depicts the ending scene in my book "Two Sides Of The War", and if you haven't read the book but are interested, this will spoil it. I wrote this after I wrote the final scene, and this was the song that I was listening to while writing it. If you don't care about spoilers, be my guest to continue.

Posy is a mail-order bride from Russia. But when the husband of her dreams turns out to be the fiancee of her nightmares, she runs away into the unknown plains of North Dakota. A train robbery lands her with the train's engineer in a shed in the middle of winter, then rescued by a parson who is intent on marrying Posy. Will she ever get her fairy-tale ending?