Theflowers Stories

✒ WINNER OF MINI EMERALD AWARD ✒ HIGHEST RANKING #1 ( 31/05/2017 ). " Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, An armour of sanity, But at the end of the day, They always come off, We reveal our naked vulnerable, real selves "

Flowers and thorns couldn't be further apart in their beauty, and yet the same in unification. The thorns protect the flowers so it can thrive. Apollyon is the thorn and Lilith is the flower - both so far apart and yet both on the same course of fate. 🌟 Highest Ranked: #215 First chapter published on 14/05/17 Discontinued on 23/07/18

Another shard reflected in the distance, the vibrant orange glittering in welcome. For days Analiese had been chasing the glint that forever seemed to be just out of her grasp. She knew her way about the mountains like the back of her hand but while chasing the shard the world around her changed, becoming far rockier and deadly than she remembered. Perched atop it all was a single cavern. Deeper than imaginable and the blackest of black during the day it scared away all shadows at its presence. Inaccessible by humans her prize lay in wait, teasing her. Mocking her for her inability to approach. There was two things that she did receive though. A scale that was far larger than her hands baring the same brilliant orange she chased daily and an entity that wishes to steer her down a veiled path. One night it can be taunting her, displaying it's odious behavior while the next night he can be as suave and charming as any male thing could be. Warning her of the dragon of orange or dancing away the night as he hummed some macabre tune. In return her family life has changed drastically, her father is constantly pressing for her to settle down while refusing to tell her what has happened to the former metropolis not even a mile away. In no way is she aloud near the citadel she is sure is the cause of everything. From the creature named Saber to the reason that a pair of brothers watch over the isolated town as if it's a prison. It was simple curiosity but this fairytale won't have a happy ending like everyone wishes. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong. It all started with a scale. It will end with bloodshed and broken souls. Bones and skin are for those weak of heart. The best way to destroy anyone is to take what they care for most and play with it. After all, everyone's heart is glass.

just a few old works i found laying around... forgive me if they aren't that good like i said they're old... if you have a request you have but to ask... also DON'T expect many updates cause I'm lazy and poetry inspiration is spiratic...

some songs some poems

Just a book containing all the pros and cons of being a Wattpad user- whether you're a writer or just a reader:-) ❁ Completed ❁ ✭ Highest Rank: 126 in Random ✭

A collection of poems, prose, and notes about nature and its ties to our own lives.

The world isn't ending... it's dying, and so are the rest of us. No person is immune to death. Or life. It's just a matter of time before everything slips away. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow Acacia (A-kay-sha) Green around in high school, where she believes a certain boy, who is a part of a bad-boy club, is out to make her high school experience the worst.

A life spent on the run, Astra understands they are hiding to save her future and possibly her life. But what 17-year-old wants to be stuck with their mom day and night jumping realms to keep them safe even if their mom has cool magical powers of a Blood Healer. After being whisked away by Garreth, a reaper who claims to have her best interests at heart--even though he seems to act otherwise, she meets Lucian. With the latter being a handsome young heir to the lordship of her home realm creates its own problems. Like the vendetta Astra's mother has against his family. As she waits for her Blood Reading on her 18th birthday, she feels pulled in so many directions, torn between kingdoms, and realms, the love of an heir, and the safety of the rogue reaper. She doesn't even get to choose her future since it will be told to her at her blood reading but that doesn't change what she wishes for in her heart. Can the desires in her heart change the outcome of her reading so that her future will be the one she wants and not the one she fears she is destined for? First Place Winner ~ The Spice Awards ~ Fantasy/Sci-fi Second Place Winner ~ Best Fantasy~ The Talented Awards Runner up Winner ~ The Z Awards 2017

when I couldn't resist her seduction ★Poetry Crime Detective Thriller★ [Romance/ ShortStory/ Mystery/Thriller/ Fantasy] #10 in poetry (Apr 2017) I was sleeping... She seduced me... And... and...

Just a collection of my poetry. Covers did by @_Thalix_

Are we really alone when we dream? From her apartment in downtown Vancouver, Jordan can see everything. But one evening, she observes a man in the apartment across the street and becomes convinced he is watching her. That night, she experiences a bizarre wakeful-dream in which a dark shadow figure enters her room and stands over her bed. She finally calms herself down by convincing herself it was just an episode of sleep paralysis. But there might be more to it than just that. The man she observed across the street is having similar dreams, but in those dreams, he isn't the one paralyzed in the bed...

🌹Open { } 🌹Closed Temporarily { } 🌹Closed Forever { ✔ } RANKS: #458 in Random (28/8/2017) #606 in Random (15/9/2017) #816 in Random (26/8/2017) #918 in Random (18/8/2017) WINNER OF - The Flower Awards 2017 Admit it. Literally every single one of you judge a book by it's cover. Book Covers is a book where I create covers and banners for you awesome Wattpadians. If you have a wonderful book, but also in need of a beautiful cover, you're at the right place! Look no further. Opened: April 18th

Highest rank: #14 IN HORROR E-Awards Winner Indigo Awards Winner Aspiring Authors Award Winner The Purple Apple Awards 2nd The Emerald Awards Runner Up Friendly Teens Book Competition 3rd E-Awards 3rd Best Plot Spring Awards Honourable Mention Mirror can be the creepiest thing to have in one's room. Just because it tells or rather SHOWS you what is behind you. Something that you could have so easily ignored as you were oblivious of its presence, just a moment ago, but... not anymore. Now you have no other option but to turn back. Because you saw it, you saw, that it is has seen you....

Highest ranking #61 in Werewolf 4/17/2016 When Sophie Peterson meets her mate, she realizes he's Luka, an Omega; the lowest and most disrespected rank of the Emerald Pack. In other words, the pack's chew toy. Like every other werewolf, she should be happy when she meets her mate, right? There's only one problem: she's an Alpha. Sophie has to adapt quickly and teach Luka to act more like an Alpha, and less like an Omega. With her caring and loving temperament, Alpha Sophie Peterson puts the wellbeing of her pack before herself, and everyone respects her for it. But with an Alpha being mated to an Omega being somewhat frowned upon, will she accept fate or reject her mate? But what Sophie doesn't realise is that something deeper connects her to Luka's past, something that will shake her to the core when revealed. Will it be enough to interfere with fate? An Alpha. An Omega. What could possibly go wrong? *** Read through by Alexis Skriloff

"Throw the volleyball in the air, Tobio." "Now, look at it fly through the wind, smoothly but with noise. Sometimes it curves, or misses its mark. But, sometimes it hits the other person hard. It makes it high up, over the net, it does what it's needed to do, and now it's up to someone else to receive it, and take it back home. The volleyball is love, Kageyama. And the net is the only thing between us." I will soon be translating some chapters into Japanese (via Google translate lol), so stay tuned and enjoy! I don't own Haikyū!!, just this fanfiction. Unedited.

20/19year old woman/teen gets flowers everyday but from a mystery person

Highest→ #9 in Poetry 😊😍😘 This beautiful cover is all the hard work of @atroXity Go give her a follow and review her works too!! As I sat under the tree, the autumn leaves littered the paths that meandered this bliss, painting a mural, shifting under the wind, ever transient, but all I could see, all I could make out under the golden waves of those autumn fall, was you, mi amor.....