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Parts 33
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 by MayGarner

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

Kris and Kit by lemoncherrypen

[PG 13] Kit hadn't expected this. It's the first day of school, and taped to her locker is a note from a secret admirer. Following her friend's suggestion, Kit leaves a reply. What Kit doesn't know is that she has started a game of exchanging love notes. What Kit also doesn't know is that her secret admirer is a girl. When the identity of her secret admirer, Kris, is revealed, Kit must decide what to do. Can they be friends despite their differences, and if so, what will become of their friendship?

Male Reader Batman by KadenR24

You lived in Gotham City and had a rich family. One day, they were killed, then when you get older, you become the BATMAN! Characters are owned by DC Entertainment.

My Poetry by A_Shy_Person27

Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

Yes I Am (A Demi Lovato Fanfiction) (Lesbian Stories) by lovatic001

"My eyes followed her movements outside. Red hair, against grass soon to be white with snow, flicked over her shoulder, and a smile emerged on her face."

My test story by rohan_poojary

Mistake? by Alphonisha

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Dark Of The Sun - An Andoherra Novel by TitaniaTempest

Dark magic, beautiful women, enemies-to-lovers... Jordan, the last living Sorceress of Bal'Talanor blood, has come of age at last. She is the rightful Heir, but she has grown up on Earth, unmindful of her identity. She has never heard of the world of Andoherra, nor of World Queens, and, to her, magic is nothing but a parlour trick. When she accidentally finds her way back to her homeland, she discovers her true nature, her awakening power - and the flamboyant Fire Queen who stands between her and her destiny. Calyx is a deadly Sorceress bound by duty to protect Jordan. She will stop at nothing to restore the heir to the throne and slay all those who stand in the way. This should be an easy task - well within the capabilities of her immense magic - but there are three things she didn't bargain for: losing Jordan, a vengeful dragon, and the small problem of feelings for her mortal enemy, Nerys. Most frustrating of all, she doesn't have long to debate which issue is the more pressing concern. The starving world of Andoherra is sliding toward total self-destruction, and all the magic in existence doesn't appear to be able to make a damned thread of difference. A/N: Leaving this story up because it's a great reminder to myself about where I started, and how much I've learned about writing since Dark Of The Sun first went live.

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Sleeping With His Mistress by ThoughtsAnonymous

"How often do you two make love?" I asked her, my heart racing as I waited for the answer. She was so close. So... breathtaking. I could barely think as her red lips drew closer to mine, and her husky voice filled the void in the air. "What is making love, Diana?" She looked at me, her eyes dark and seductive. I swallowed hard as she climbed gracefully onto my lap. "I...I can't describe it," I said. My body was going numb with the amount of electricity she was giving off. Seductively, she lowered her mouth to my throat and nipped lightly before kissing it. "Then show me."

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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.