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Heartbreaks are like small cracks On the surface of the heart Which is deep yet, Still, keep your heart From tearing apart

Infinity of Love. Not as deep as the ocean but as deep as a knife could pierce through your heart. * A Wattpad romance competition hosted by @Romance for the #loveshot

❝everything is gray under these skies❞. she held the water in her hands, slowly a drop escaped through her fingertips only to be covered by another set of hands . a kim seokjin shortstory © solastae 2018 (highest ranking in shortstory #225) ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Book 2 DRAWING FOR THE COVER ISN'T MINE AND CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER

Since times immemorial the human race has been dragging its feet from the clingy winks of some man-hunting acts and ironically enough, these demons are placed strategically in every nook and cranny of life. There's no time to stop lest we get caught in the gimmicks of these demons and we have our essence laid bare to life's tomfoolery. "The Demons That We Run From" is a powerful anthology that digs deep into "toxins" of life, it exudes a lot of emotion and also tends to nail those dark foes that threaten our sanity. It's a painting of reality and actuality-it's not just a poetry anthology, it's an oracle.

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❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞ Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book. Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)

My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles... but nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, in fact, that we hide the little things about us, we hide everything about us, to be more specific. My dad does things he isn't supposed to, and my mom is taking it hard. My brother has a full ride to any college of his choice, and he's blowing it away like it's nothing at all. So what would happen if someone found out about us? If they saw through our little charade? If they looked past the kitchen curtains that hide every conversation my parents have with each other? What if we were exposed for who we really are, instead of who everyone thinks we are? - Available to buy now - COMPLETE PLEASE DON'T EDIT - I GOT IT Highest Ranking in General Fiction: # 283

Ever doubted the word love? Or thought of it as a mere word with no significance whatsoever in life. Ernestine always was a curious child to start with and had this question popping up every time she sees a couple happy or angry. Being an only child and not having the best role model of parents does make one question this, doesn't it? But what she didn't expect is a guy to come knocking her world upside down, literally, and cause a whole train wreck of emotions. Join Ernestine in her journey to find what is felt to be loved and be in love. Because love is a sneaky little thing that will either bring joy or harsh truths to be blurted out All Rights Reserved to muah : C0l0rful_RaInb0wz

❝you don't really care if it hurts a lot.❞ where two lost souls collide . a kim taehyung shortstory © solastae 2018 . (highest ranking in shortstory #202) ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Book 1 DRAWING FOR THE COVER ISN'T MINE AND CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER

Promises are books with lovely covers but with empty pages.

"I saw that little electricity in them that the camera gave out. She was darkness, she did not become darkness and she did not embrace darkness. She is darkness. She was always darkness and I fell in love with her, I fell in love with her darkness."

''People usually wonder what's wrong with me because I, unlike them, see humans instead of labels''

When we receive a scar, the pain is even effective once the moment passes away. And not everyone can numb from the pain. Perhaps, yes, you may recover, but it stays with you. It's a part of you. And there is no other choice but to accept it. Library Awards Fall- Special Blurb Award ________ #ProjectBreakFree ________ © 2020, Ahana Jey. All rights reserved.

a series of one-shots celebrating individuality and acknowledging special needs. Copyright © 2018 Just_Jae

"We're like dead leaves on a tree. Already dead, yet pretending to be alive so the living won't be lonely." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Liv Marshall used to love socializing. She had a naturally loud voice and laugh, and she always felt awkward when she was with someone and there was silence. However, all this after her ex-best friend, Vera Ahn, commits suicide. Ever since then, she stopped laughing, stopped smiling, stopped speaking. Her parents did their best to sympathize, but the sympathy turned to concern after a razor was found in Liv's hands, and they decided to send her to Auxilius, the best care center in New York. It's been three months since Connor Walsh was raped, and two months since his parents sent him to Auxilius so no one found out what had happened. The fact that he developed a fear of people, more specifically, a fear of high school females, doesn't help his case, either. Liv went to Auxilius not knowing what to expect. Connor went to Auxilius, expecting to die in there. Neither of them expected to find the one person who might free each other from the prison they're in, both physically and mentally. ~~~~~~~~~ -THIRD PLACE IN THE GOLDEN STARS AWARDS -SECOND PLACE IN "SUPREME WATTPADERS AWARDS" -FIRST PLACE IN "MOONLIGHT AWARDS"

We are losing ourselves - our humanity - in today's world as we chase after our individual dreams and fight through the challenges life throws our way. The idea of 'we' is lost to many and crowded by greed, lies and whatnot. Everyone is out there for himself or herself and at the end of the day, it is what they will get that matters most to them. They will do all they will have to do to get what they want regardless of who they take down along the way. That is morbid! Love is dead! Humanity is lost! But it isn't too late. We can always go back and pick up what we lost. This is just a wakeup call. Let us be each other's keeper, keep love and hope alive! Boakye D. Alpha Author Ghana, West Africa.

❝Life was all normal for Diletta, till the comments started. ❞ In a world where society decides, how could she see through the wall of lies they had built and find herself ? © solastae 2018. DRAWING FOR THE COVER ISN'T MINE AND CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER

[UNDER RECONSTRUCTION] "Okay, so." I shrugged. "Now what?" This time, Angel did a facepalm. × Every newborn children were each assigned with two Guides; a Guardian and a Nightmare. Both meant to look after the child, to guide them as they grow into their lives, then eventually wither away. There were simple rules, really; a Nightmare must not crossed the line of haunting nor ever kill their assigned Guardian, and a Guardian must not, ever, went against a child's beliefs nor ever kill their assigned Nightmare. Ashleigh, as unaware as the rest of the children, had a pair of the oddest Guides amongst others. A passive Guardian with a horrible grief buried deep in his core, and the strongest Nightmare with an obsession towards mint ice-creams. When Ashleigh suddenly went missing on Sunday afternoon with no tracks and things went horribly awry in her household, the two Guides, whether they liked it or not, must team up together to save their child. Even when it meant being hunted down as fugitives, breaking work protocols, interrupting lucid dreams, or even getting sidetracked by ice-creams. Though, that was mostly the Nightmare's fault. × ps : this book is a mess okok go o d original story © greenleaf 1st person pov. narrated by the nightmare, which would guarantee you both horrible puns and beautiful--maybe weird--otherworldly words and also weird poem montages about ice-creams. (i still have no regrets)

One little girl, kidnapped at the age of five. Zinnia. One angel, drifting away from the promised land. Peregrine. - The Writers Awards 2017 winner for Mystery/Thriller's Best Storyline - Zinnia was only five when the men came for her. She was a few hours older when the nightmares attacked. But there's something more to this constant slumber, something that will soon reside inside of her, and it's something only she can exorcize. Peregrine controls her nightmares, this angel, and he's taken a liking to manifesting fear and being in control. But when he learns of her prediciment, his emotions attatch to her and he is sent to find and save her. But there's something sinister controlling her now... Will Zinnia find strength and save herself, her eternity, and, possibly, the others that are like her? Or will she turn her back and crumble beneath the weight of evil residing inside her brain? Can Peregrine, the Nightmare Dreamweaver, save her from the road she unwittingly tumbles down each day, or will she be fuel to the eternal fire burning beneath her feet? ᵇᵘ'ˡᵈ'ⁿᵍ ᵐºⁿˢᵗᵉʳˢ - cºᵖʸʳ'ᵍʰᵗ ᵏ. ʷᵉ'ᵏᵉˡ MADE IT TO ROUND 3 IN THE WRITERS OLYMPICS! Yay!!

"If the cold doesn't kill you, the wolves will." NOT A WEREWOLF STORY Book 1 of 2. In which an 18-year-old girl flees to Alaska to escape being accused of murder & to uncover what happened to her uncle. Involves two gentle giants. Completed. :) Featured on Wattpad's TeenFiction "Head Over Heels" reading list! MORE INFORMATION INSIDE.