Talkthepoc Stories

Some are born original. Some are forced to become. Esha was a woman who saw through the world as a guest, possessing it was never a question-hope of belonging, giving more than taking-remaining invisible fit like a glove instead. A man like Antares, waltzed into her life, promising the universe in exchange for her trust. The world she stood on tilted, the heart murmured fears, the body recoiled in memory of hands unbidden, the mind curled into itself hoping to have dreamt it away, while the soul recognized a kindred spirit. Yet when two wounded strangers recognize themselves in each other, the personas they built to survive begin to fracture. How to trust a woman whose scars marred the body like ink? How to trust a man whose skin bleeds from his very sins? What to make of kithship so visceral-it possesses the body in stupor? Who were they when no one was watching? A story of identity. Complexity. And the selves we keep becoming. Reader discretion is advised. Updates every Wednesday, 12:00 AM EDT.

***ONGOING!*** "Because you're you and I'm me, and we just don't fit." - "The Idea of You" by Robinne Lee Skylar O'Hara believes that some people do not go well together, especially when it comes to jocks and nerds. Despite him being on the diving team with his godbrother Jorge Fernandez and their friends and families being well-acquainted with each other, Skylar wants nothing to do with Jorge and plans to keep his priorities in line with the goals and expectations set by his grandparents: finish high school, get a scholarship, and keep the family name clear from scandal. And even though he has been dreaming forbidden fantasies, Skylar knows that he couldn't afford any distractions whatsoever. But Jorge has other plans in mind, as do his and Skylar's families as well as their social circles and even the school's matchmaking principal and vice-principal. Everyone knows that Skylar's been crushing on Jorge but has let his fears and grandparents' high expectations keep him from acting on it. So what happens when an end-of-summer house party leads to a drunken one-night stand? And what happens when a year-long senior project, family dinners, and other arranged events force Skylar to be by Jorge's side? Skylar knows that Jorge wants him badly. Jorge's not the type to give up, even if his godbrother wants him to forget him. With the passions and romantic desires building between them, will Skylar's bias and jaded personality keep him and Jorge apart for good? Or can Jorge finally shatter Skylar's castle walls and teach him what it means to be on the edge of seventeen?

𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦! -𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐟𝐚, 2020 © ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ OR: FOUR SUMMERS IN WHICH BAILEY HATES CONNOR, AND ONE IN WHICH SHE DOES.

On her 21st birthday, Eden Wiley discovers that all the unsent letters she's written to people throughout her life have been posted onto her university's gossip blog and have gone viral online. With the help of her best friends and a charming guitarist named Xavier, she must find out who spread her letters while all the people from her past come flooding back and she gets pulled back into the experiences of her first loves, betrayals and heartbreaks.

The Nobles, that's what everyone who had a heartbeat at Mentorist High called them. They were the definition of superior and undeniable beauty. A boy, no a man, who exuded power and confidence and played girls almost as good as they played sports. And of course, weren't too bad to look at. They were in need of a three and one cold blooded murderer fit the script to Ire's horror. Ire is seen as a prune, boring some might say. She would rather read a book than to drool over The Nobles and who they played with. All she wanted was the worse night of her life to disappear and that's exactly what didn't happen. She was the only witness and he wanted her to forget. And not just by looking at his, drool-worthy-tattooed-golden-yes-daddy-body.

"That's funny. One day my world was solely about you and now it's like we don't know each other." an arranged relationship turned sour. cover creator: @dailygguk_

The storm said to the wall, "I rage to give you purpose." And then the storm said to me, "I rage to give you life."

#NaNoWriMo 2016 Book One in the Tales from the Filii Aurea Series IN THE BEGINNING, they say, the Aetherei Matrem fell in love with a Celestial Being, and produced a line of children like none other, each with their own special abilities, and each with ichor flowing through their veins. They were her Filii Aurea, her Golden Children, and they were to inherit the earth. A couple centuries down the line, and the Filii Aurea are struggling to stay alive. With the great Aurean war and Aziel Aro committing perpetual genocide, they're desperate to save their race. Avani Sai and Nuri Bachmann need to find the last remaining descendent of the great Milo Aro, and possibly the last cursed Child, and defeat Aziel Aro. That might not be their biggest concern, however. A charming stranger from the Sovereign Capital and a dark force lurking in the streets seem to pose a bigger threat than perpetual genocide.

ONGOING! Couture Magazine: the most prestigious fashion publication in the world, where hemlines are sacred, deadlines are deadly, and the coffee runs are... surprisingly literal. Every intern who walks through those gleaming Manhattan doors dreams of landing a full-time position-complete with vision, dental (including twice-yearly cleanings), and an endless supply of designer clothes fresh off the runway. Sure, the demands from editors, photographers, and even the notoriously temperamental writers can be exhausting. But an intern's day at Couture is pretty ordinary, right? WRONG. Alcide Lancaster is about to discover that his summer internship working for the iconic-yet-terrifying Ellen Montclaire comes with a few... unexpected job requirements. Like why he and a select few employees-including the formidable Editor-in-Chief herself-are the only ones taking mandatory two-hour lunch breaks. Why his thirty-to-fifty-something coworkers look suspiciously athletic, eerily youthful, and are borderline obsessed with eyewear that definitely isn't just a fashion statement. And why A-list celebrities who stop by the Couture offices seem less interested in the magazine's latest cover shoot and oddly fascinated with Alcide himself. But most importantly... What does any of this have to do with Alcide's late family, their disturbingly narrow worldview, and the real reason they wanted him out of their lives forever? All excellent questions for a young man trying to survive a summer packed with Fashion Week chaos, superpowered coworkers who treat the office like their personal runway, and a boss who's less Anna Wintour and more fierce-but-loving grandmother. Between navigating new friendships, an unexpected romance, and enough secrets to fill an entire September issue, Alcide is about to learn that in the world of high fashion... Not everything is just an illusion.

2 strangers meet on an 8 hour bus ride . What happens between them?

misadventures in love: in which a girl falls in love too quick...

[2018 WATTYS WINNER] Louise Johnson was an African American teen living on the brink of the Space Race. Her hobbies included studying the twinkling night sky, ignoring her racist classmates, equally fantasizing about both killing and kissing Patricia Morris--and oh, using quantum teleportation to her own advantage by the means of a perplexing silver Ring. That was, until she found herself knee-deep in a heap of files revealing that the newly-formed NASA was hiding inconceivable research from Project Vanguard that should've destroyed the entire planet worse the than progressing Cold War. Now obviously, the forty-eight states of America are still intact, and so is our beloved Earth. But why? Fortunately for humanity, Louise Johnson and her diverse team of science-loving geeks turned the imminent apocalypse into just another facet of American history. And this is the entirely illegal story of how. [©2017-2018. All rights reserved.]

❝Nobody can tell this story. Nobody but me.❞ Ω When Aaron McGannon struts into school with a gun and a plan, nobody is prepared. Not his boyfriend, not his sister, and certainly not the souls that hang in the balance. From then on-maybe even before-nothing is certain. Nothing, except the resounding declaration that skids across the asphalt of his mind: there will be blood. [ NO. 13 || 19.5.16 ]

for her entire life, cassandra has been plagued by the consequences of being a banshee-a harbinger of death. as a teenager, she lost three of the most important people in her life. now, fresh out of college, she returns to her hometown in northern california, hoping for a quiet summer with the rest of her friends. (friends that are something other, just like her.) instead, she finds her almost lover-supposedly dead in the middle of her kitchen. between that and reports of vigilante like monsters, women with wings, terrorizing the town, well...cassandra is in for quite a summer.

One summer, five kids: a fragile dreamer, a moody pessimist, an aggressive feminist, a closet homosexual, and a modern-day aristocrat. © crewneck sept. 24, 2014 - adventure #120 nov. 30, 2014 - teen fiction #334

"If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to Wattpad @jtoughkat. Thank you." 'In war they were born, in war they would perish' a quote of the Eodasen How to save a medieval magical world? Take four techno savvy 23rd century Earth girls, put them on said world. Tell them to save you. They were orphans, banded together as sisters they were all the family they needed. Fate saw fit to separate them in a new world, a world full of new dangers. Prepared for any eventuality except what they faced they each have to find a new way to be. Powerful enemies holding untold power and expectations from people claiming to be friends. The only thing they can trust in is their bond, yet even that seems separated by time and space.

The memoirs of a negative and miserable student... Bite me Mrs A ;} So er from the years 2007 to 2012 I attended C******* High School For Girls, this is my story. Sometimes sad, sometimes humorous who knows what we'll uncover. I'm just trying to remember it all.

A brief account on the life of, well, Meenakshi Menon. I can't tell you more, you have to read in order to know.