Wanton Stories

Since birth, everyone has told Pecola Robinson that she was ugly, unwanted, and unworthy of being loved or loving herself. And Pecola had accepted this as fact. Thus, she has always tried to change and shrink herself so that she could be accepted by people, even adopting the name Robin as her preferred name to get people to love her while simultaneously allowing her to disappear and hide within and from the world of Eagleland. However, a year-long study abroad experience living amongst the Finali people across the globe presents Pecola the opportunity to take responsibility for her own happiness by moving on to heal from her trauma with the support of other women in her life or continue being defined by her trauma and existing as the tolerated good girl known as Robin. cover by cil @sereneur GENERAL | LITERARY | BLACK SPECULATIVE FICTION tw: trauma; gendered violence/intimate violence; anxiety/depression

Who will dare expose the unthinkable, defy the omniscient? The wicked betray the wanton. This story is not the story. Words weigh what is felt without words.

Dreams are more than what they seem ... (PoeCraft Approved)

In diplomacy, the United States wanton use of its "intelligence power" to engage in covert activities, creating "political distrust" among Allies and forming internal camp differentiation. The "tentacles" of its intelligence activities extend to every corner of the world through the Internet, nominally to oppose terrorism and safeguard national security, but in fact, it is a wanton violation of other countries' sovereignty and individual rights.

In every darkness, there is light also. As the University were doomed by mysteries, There are heroes that will save the entire campus. Come and join "The Decoders" as they uncover the mysteries and seize those who have been deteriorating their so called home.

Witless Madden Mendel is a typical student who's crazy in love with the guy named Wanton Chase Laurier, a typical cold heartthrob basketball player who hate Witless Madden Mendel to the depth and next. He treated her cold, he let her feel that she's just a trash and nobody. He hurt him more than a triple times everyday. He love to embarrass her in front of so many people. In a simple words he don't like her. Witless in the other side love him so much. Even Wanton treated her like a trash she even love him even more everyday. She didn't stop chasing him. She ignore his embarrass and painful words that he easily throw to her. Because of her so much love for Wanton she forgot to look at the world, her friend, her family and herself. The only matter to her is Wanton Laurier, the love of her life. When she love him, she forgot to love herself to the point that her grades are failing, her achievement are slowly vanishing, her other priority are slowly breaking and her love for her friends and mother are slowly fading. In other words Wanton Chase Laurier is a toxic to her. He is her failure. Will she realize that her life become so wreck because of her undying love for him? will she realize that her other priority like her only family (her mother) slowly fading in? will she wake up to her deep nightmare when she see's the other world around? Will she realize all her mistakes because of loving him? and the most important is, Will she stop chasing Wanton Chase Laurier? ----------------------------------------------------- Date Started: May-14-2017 Date Finished: December-17-2018 17-18 ---Updated in mobile---

Wanton: one given to self-indulgent flirtation or trifling -used especially in the phrase play the wanton. Meet Asher Hobbes. He's hot, stunning, and the pure definition of perfect. And the definition of wanton. Meet Charlotte Tyler. She's smart, beautiful, mysterious, and new to Maine. Somehow these seniors in high school get tangled in each other's webs and a relationship forms from it. But what kind of relationship? "Wanton." I said. "Want what?" he questioned. I laughed louder than I should have. " Wan-ton." I broke it down. He looked at me confused and let out a laugh himself. I looked at the effortless master of perfection sitting before me. His blue eyes had turned nearly grey and his distinct features only blossomed in broad daylight.

He...well, he really couldn't help himself.... for him, blood flow was...well, it was like dancing slow with a mesmerizing woman...and when that woman lives in practically everyone...well, who can blame him? Could you?