SCRATCHED OVER SCRATCHES
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  • Reads 31
  • Votes 11
  • Parts 3
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Nov 04, 2016
"You have the paragon's hand over pen and you have galaxies in your mind. But your eyes are empty, so does your heart; pale, sulken, pain-stricken, dying. It's like ages since the last time I saw your candid smile. I still remember how those eyes sparked and gay with sweet laughter. But the curve on your lips left without a trace, with no chance of coming back.
  When did you stop dreaming?
  Why did you stop believing?
  I wish I was enough to revive your fading smile and losing soul. I wish I could paint them with happy hues and pastels, I wish I could bring color and life into your eyes, into your heart, into your soul. You own a galaxy in you, don't you die within, not atleast at the heartbeat of the world." 
  
  (thingsiamtellingmyself)
  010715|10:10pm
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2 parts Ongoing

In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed. Tex's Camp Q&A: Come sit by the fire and ask me whatever you'd like. We can roast marshmallows, tell scary stories, and hang out in the comments like a big, happy family. Gator's Backstage Pass: A place full of secrets. Learn the-sometimes embarrassing-details on how my wildest scenes came to life, facts about the characters, the process, and myself.