The Encyclopædia of Things
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shiver (FEATURED) | ✓
**CURRENTLY A FEATURED STORY** highest ranking: #11 in Science fiction ❝true happiness is only achieved without freedom. There is a girl who wakes to a world that she was supposed to protect. Instead, she fights it. There is a man who is cursed with the ability to dream. A glass city is their cage, a city filled to the brim with unanimity and order, a paradise on an earth laid to waste by an artificial snowstorm. Sunlight filters through the glass buildings and through glass walls, pierces glass floors. It illuminates the city square when it is strongest at noon, surrounded by a huddled mass of citizens, all as perfect as the city they inhabit. And they all think: everything is as it should be. And it is. Or, it was. -- long live perfection.❞ (c)sarahgaier2016 #diverselit | #LoveEqualsLove | #helpfightcliches | #freethelgbtq | #badassreads check out my Science Fiction novella, Sector-33, here! https://www.wattpad.com/story/62174094-sector-33Complete
Absolute Destiny (Book 5) (girlxgirl)
Strange things come to light in the wake of all that's happened.Complete
𝐼𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈. {𝐵.𝐸}
ᴀʟʟɪꜱᴏɴ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴋɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴍ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟɪꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ..ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴜʀɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ. #¹ ⁻ᵇⁱˡˡⁱᵉᵉⁱˡⁱˢʰ ?! #¹⁵ ⁻ˢᵃᵈʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ #⁸ ⁻ˢᵘⁱᶜⁱᵈᵉᵖʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿComplete
Sugar Skin (Rosé x fem reader)
Roseanne x fem reader •••• Why did she have to be a mere painting for me, a fantasy. All I wanted was to hold her hand and not pick up a brush to do so. To smell her instead of paint and chemicals. To feel her smooth skin and not the texture that made up the canvas. But still, she was my proudest work. •••• Revision and editing still needs to be done!! First story, thanks for trying it out! <3Complete
It's Cold Upstairs | ✔
Who are you, really, when your own memories may not serve you? When the 'you' of just a year ago is a stranger to you today? When your own psyche blurs the lines between complex and insane? Two people, three minds, and an unresolved mystery converge between the pages of a decade-old notebook. What happens next proves that identity and self are ephemeral concepts, and that murder does not always leave a body. ❖❖❖ Content Warning: This book contains dark themes and depictions of psychological distress that may be disturbing to some readers. Proceed at your own discretion.Complete
The Whispers of Mystic Falls
Verbaena always thought her life was complicated enough-half faery, part dragon, part wolf, and entirely mateless. But when a strange girl with glowing blue eyes crashes her girls' night out claiming to know her-and her fated mate-everything changes. Dreams from her childhood resurface, memories of a mysterious black wolf who called her "Little Fae," and whispered promises she never thought were real. Now, with her best friend heading to a forbidden realm and a stranger insisting she's needed at a royal palace, Verbaena finds herself caught between the life she knows and the destiny chasing her down. Magic is stirring. Secrets are unraveling. And someone out there believes she belongs to him.
Runaway (Book One of the Heathen Chronicles - a Doctor Who Fanfiction)
Completed ✅ When I was four years old, I saw a woman die. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I didn't realise I was stepping in her blood. I just thought my mother had gone to sleep, and, in a way, she had. When I was eight years old, I saw a man turn to drink. My father was struggling to deal raising me without my mother, and alcohol was his coping mechanism. When I was twelve years old, I saw a man lose himself. The alcohol had not helped my father, and when the drugs came along, things got even worse. The man I used to love had changed, disappeared, and in his place was a drug-ridden wreck of a man, who barely knew my name anymore. When I was sixteen years old, I saw a man die. I understood exactly what was happening. I knew why he was lying on the floor. I realised I was stepping in his blood. I thought my father had gone to sleep, and, in a way, he had. And it was my fault. Back then, there were three of us. But I'm twenty years old, and it's just me now. My name is Hazel Richards, and I'm the only one left.Complete
Dandelions
A girl awakens in a box. She has no memories of her past, nor does she understand where she is. She is determined to discover what's happening to her and restore her life mementos. She learns that she entered a field of magical dandelions resulting in her permanent amnesia.
**CURRENTLY A FEATURED STORY** highest ranking: #11 in Science fiction ❝true happiness is only achieved without freedom. There is a girl who wakes to a world that she was supposed to protect. Instead, she fights it. There is a man who is cursed with the ability to dream. A glass city is their cage, a city filled to the brim with unanimity and order, a paradise on an earth laid to waste by an artificial snowstorm. Sunlight filters through the glass buildings and through glass walls, pierces glass floors. It illuminates the city square when it is strongest at noon, surrounded by a huddled mass of citizens, all as perfect as the city they inhabit. And they all think: everything is as it should be. And it is. Or, it was. -- long live perfection.❞ (c)sarahgaier2016 #diverselit | #LoveEqualsLove | #helpfightcliches | #freethelgbtq | #badassreads check out my Science Fiction novella, Sector-33, here! https://www.wattpad.com/story/62174094-sector-33
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