Night Time Is Our Time
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Ongoing, First published Aug 31, 2015
"Why do you look so sad today?“ He said. 

"Maybe it’s because we all fall in love too quickly and get heartbroken too easily. Or maybe it’s because some people don’t get love at all even when they deserve love the most"

After almost facing death right in the eye, Dawn finds herself captivated by a boy who has already joined the dead. She fell in love with his soul. He told her that danger was okay and that the thrill was suppose to make her feel like the living. He taught her that insanity was okay in small doses, and she taught him how to feel the love he always deserved but never felt when alive.
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The Darkness You Curse

14 parts Ongoing Mature

Nessa Emptiness and anger were familiar. Those were emotions I've been trained to feel, emotions that were injected into my veins by none other than the person who I thought loved me more than anyone else. I was fake and made and the daughter of a woman known for her insanity. Everyone knew and everyone assumed me to be the same. Little did I know they were right. All it took to unleash my crazy was the mute young man sitting on the other side of the lecture hall, throwing glances at me whenever he thought I wasn't looking. Soon enough I was always watching, guarding and obsessing. And I hated how Dorian Dubois' life looked like. Dorian Going through life with numb limbs and hazy vision, but no other physical evidence of acts that drown you in shame, was a burden I didn't know how long I was able to bear. Baneyard was an incredibly ugly place to be stuck at - mainly because of its population. With my head always lowered and my talent to blend out my surroundings, I almost missed out on the girl whose green eyes ordered me not to cower. I realized I was doomed when I started looking forward to see her on the grounds of our prestigious Baneyard University. I realized I was fucked when the girl they called "witch" started to appear everywhere - in my thoughts, in my dreams but worse, on the other side of my bedroom door to lock me in.