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One is fighting to save people's lives while the other one would kill anyone in cold blood without hesitation. This is their story He is North . Alleric North Wilder. She is Star . Anouk Star Abbott. Together they will make North star aka Polaris . Guide from Polaris......

"It's okay, though. It's okay to run away at times; not to face your problems. After all, it's always the truth that cut to the bones" He whispered not pulling his eyes off the stars "Yeah but that also means living in hiding. Even if you are good at hiding, the truth has to come out sooner or later..." she paused for a second ".... And even if the truth cuts through the bones and makes us feel like hell, we shouldn't forget the fact that the truth always sets us free too" He turned around and smiled at her "Wow" "What?" she said chuckling "The way you say the things you say.... That's why I love you" and kissed her ___________________________________________________________________ "I like staring in his eyes that shine like the stars while he sings the pain away...."

English | #16 IN POETRY © 2016 kyeriella all rights reserved book cover made by @OhWanderlust_

Hope you enjoy my poetry, my escape, my passion and my something that brings me back to life, darling. Mwa. <3 ;* ;) This is a compilation of my compositions! They're songs. Yet, I just wanted to compile them. Now it's a poetry book. Hope you enjoy! Each chapter has one individual song! It contains compositions about the incomplete. The exhausted. Memories of the broken. Someone longing for an escape. Lastly, the optimistic one. #MyYouth #WritersDefence #WriteForYou #ProjectYou #FreeMentalIllness *** Started: Well, I PUBLISHED it last March 13, 2016. Ended: I posted it all at once. Well, that's what I remember. Huhu. Highest rank so far; #126 in Poetry! May 18, 2016

So...this is the part where all the big plot twists happen...

Promises are books with lovely covers but with empty pages.

~Her body was choloroform, her smile cyanide~ A short story about a bar and an unusual waitress

Dedicated to everyone who could deeply relate. I made this for those who doesn't have their father by their side anymore, like me. Some are mine, some are not (I give credits to the owners, sources will be in the External Link). I'll only update if I see and think of something worth-sharing. ❤️ // a.h. edit: it's been years since i last opened this account. it's ridiculous how i can't remember how i wrote all these extremely cringe-worthy "poetry and prose." although i'm overwhelmed with self-embarrassment, i think i want to keep these published. but i ask you to please just quietly look away if you don't like it. i don't like it much either. lol.

WHEN A SERIES OF MISFORTUNES AND TRIBULATIONS START TO GO OFF... " Who are you? " THE CITY DESPERATELY TURNS TO ITS RENOWNED AND DISTINGUISHED INVESTIGATOR, FRANK JOHNSON... " I am everywhere but with your perception, mindset and thinking, I am nowhere. I do not even exist. But I will have you know that I do, in fact, exist Mr Johnson and I am closer to you than you think, " THEY SAY WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW CAN'T HURT YOU... " How close? " BUT WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW CAN KILL YOU... " Maybe I'm in the same country. Maybe I'm in the same town. Maybe, just maybe, I could be standing right behind you, " All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2017 @britbrat747 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [ Started on: 24th July, 2017] [ Completed by: 27th November, 2017] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G S: #215 in Mystery-Thriller - 06/08/2017 #125 in Mystery-Thriller - 21/08/2017 #105 in Mystery-Thriller - 29/08/2017

I was a stranger to myself. Then I met the girl in the coffeehouse. ------- Gold Ivory Stars Winner (Short Story)

"Some things in this world cannot be unsaid, Athella - and my love for you, irrefutably, is one of them." In which Rhys pens out her feelings for the illustriously broken Athella Halle. Cover made by @HailPerseusJackson © Makenna Collette (@mack-collette) 2016 All Rights Reserved

*and, she left. but just because she did, doesn't mean she wanted to.*

Our life is a poem and its up to us on how we'll gonna make it a masterpiece..

❝ i imagine love, i imagine you. ❞ -from chapter: in 35 words. [random poems, specific emotions] highest ➳ #44

... "This may sound strange." He warns, I shake my head. "Nothing can be as strange as this." I motion to the green scales forming on my arm, he hesitates. I force a smile to my lips, hoping that it looks reassuring. "I- I've met you before... On this day, in this place, over, and over and over again." ~ Mia Dawson's parents are getting a divorce, her arm has strangely begun growing scales, and, to top it all off, she meets a boy who tells her that they are stuck in a time loop. Mia needs to act quickly. If she really is in a time loop than how can she get out of it? When the loop randomly ends news of war and death begin surfacing and a strange sickness appears. Mia and Carter learn of a mysterious band of people who speak of warping and looping time and the side effects that come of it. Are they good or bad? Mia, with the help of Carter, must find the Warpers and save the future. *All Rights Reserved* ~Previous Username Artamae~

"I fell in love with you and you never noticed." Ten word story from his point of view.

Unlike her twin sister, Lera Petre isn't too happy when her family moves back to Clearford, the home they left behind years ago. Very soon, rumours begin sweeping the town: strange deaths have been occurring with only one common detail - Atlas Sinclair's presence. With scars intertwining around his entire body, hardened dark eyes and a voice nobody had heard in almost a decade, the tragic story of Atlas is well known. Expecting him to end up as twisted as his father, everyone blames him for the recent deaths. Except for Lera. When her sister is brutally murdered and the only clue is Atlas, she enlists his help and the two teenagers embark on a mission to find out the truth. But as they are about to uncover, something far sinister than either of them can possibly imagine is prowling the town, killing off Clearfords' residents. Can they put together the fragments of a curse they barely understand before the time runs out? Will they understand why they feel as though they are never alone, with something unseen lurking in the air around them? But most importantly, can they find the hunter before they too become the prey?

So long as your eyes still shine when your heart keeps crying, you're alive. The Rhyme Scholars 2017 Winner. #75 in Poetry [ 06.07.17 ] Copyright © 2017

A collection of my random thoughts that I tried to write down through poetry and prose. 💟 // a.h. edit: it's been years since i last opened this account. it's ridiculous how i can't remember how i wrote all these extremely cringe-worthy "poetry and prose." although i'm overwhelmed with self-embarrassment, i think i want to keep these published. but i ask you to please just quietly look away if you don't like it. i don't like it much either. lol.

"Words often come too easily." A collection of vent poetry. Cover made by @dysanic © Makenna Collette (@mack-collette) 2015-16 All Rights Reserved