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It's just a normal day in Angell Falls. You wake up. You stretch. You check your phone. You check the window to see which supernatural species is loitering outside today. Standard routine. On your left, a witch who may or may not curse you depending on her mood. On your right, a werewolf who skipped therapy again. And directly in front of you? A brooding, ridiculously hot vampire who thinks intense eye contact is a love language. Oh, and somewhere in the shadows, the supposedly dead guy is watching you like you're the season finale twist. Casual. Very casual. You've been threatened, almost killed, dragged into historical parades, and handed cryptic notes signed with dramatic initials. But honestly? At this point it's just background noise. If you forgot who I am, I'm Rumi Banerjee. And yes, my life is insane. But like... aesthetically insane. NEW CHAPTER EVERY WED-THU Keep reading readers

This is just some poetry that I have written.

Dear Stranger, Please do not reply anymore because I am afraid that I am starting to have some feelings for you. It was nice talking to you. Spreading good times forever and always, Maddie

I'm king

Ah, transport. Where do these people go? Why do they go there? And why are we here, on a vehicle, going there? Do we really wish to go? And when we get there... Have we really come? Or do we just arive?

A poem about the feeling of numbness towards happiness but acute sensitivity to pain. It is as if you are looking at the world through a pane of glass so that anything joyful cannot come through, but the pain around you cuts deeply.

"Far away from home, from my life, from everything I knew. And I didn't know when I would, or even if I could ever get it back." -Azelie * * * * Playing dress up was all fun and games as a child, but when it has to become her new reality, she wasn't so sure she could pull it off. Blending in was her talent, going unnoticed, through the shadows. But now, now she has to stand out and force her mark on the walls of her new high school. Can she pull it off without giving away who she really is?

Poetry written by myself in the times where I couldn't speak.

A bitter-sweet collection of my poems...

A girl named Emily mysteriously wakes up in a dark sack. She pushes the sack open and saw that she's abandoned in a forest in the middle of nowhere. She's forced to survive in this crazy setting when she has no food, water, shelter, or hope for survival. She's forced to do all of this while fighting for her memory back and discovering what she used to have.

The rule is your not aloud to interact with people in the other gang unless in a fight. But that's quite hard when you fall for one of the people in a different gang

LiIith, Iris, and DanieIIe are the best of friends. Nothing can separate them. UntiI they're kidnapped and forced to make a decision, They have to choose Who wiII die? Trio's hands are tied, in more ways than one.

What happen when two most feared mafia meets two most fearless women ........ Let's see what happen come with me nd follow their journey 😊

Charlotte is lost. She acts fine on the outside but on the inside she's broken. Her father, the most important person to her, who she looked up to was gone. Her mom noticed change though, and since she and Charlotte were never close she goes to take a break, leaving her with her older brother, James, and five of his friends. These friends happen to be One Direction, will they help her? Will the old Charlotte come back?

Is it worth reading? Is it worth writing? Maybe not. But... damn it.

so yeah, I'm a little looking for a dom!

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I've seen my friends do this, so I'll minus well do it too. I post weird things on here what not.