Projectpoc Stories

A red Corvette. Two old friends. A whole lot of spray paint.

in which calum visits the bottom of earth, and realises who he really is. © all rights reserved, Evelyn started: oct. 1 / 2015 finished: feb. 20 / 2016 #PROJECTPOC

***I RECOMMEND YOU READ IRIKURI FIRST BUT YOU CAN READ THIS ON ITS OWN*** ---------------------------------------------------------- Nki and Ade have survived more trauma in the past two months than most people will experience in their entire lives. After trying desperately to let go of her feelings for Ade and failing, Nki is ready to finally just be happy with the love of her life. If only it were that easy. Their marriage was formed out of necessity, and now feelings are making everything a lot more complicated as they return to the real world. On top of dealing with their married situationship, PTSD, paranormal visits, and all the destruction left in Ximenes' wake, a new threat with a thirst for vengeance vows to end it all for them both. At this point, I know we're all wondering if these two ever catch a break. You'll have to read Titi Iku to find out.

"I'm sorry, Zo. Please forgive me, baby." He nearly begged, bending down to sit up on his knees, hands holding her legs. Zoë sighed, biting down on her bottom lip as she looked down at her boyfriend. And just like every other time...she forgave him. All rights reserved. 2016 @Teaisfortimi

[Short Story] In which Peggy Woods meets someone who can possibly change her outlook on the world. cover by @soundthealarm

"Every night I fall asleep, he appears in my dreams. It's the same dream all over again, but everyday I find myself craving it more. I walk closer to a tall dark silhouette but his features are not as clear at first, I am just able to look at his lean figure. But then suddenly his features come to life and I'm able to gaze into his warm brown eyes as he holds me close. I brush my thumb under his scar on his cheek thinking of how insecure he is about it but it has always been my favorite thing about him. The way he had something different, something that made him stand out from others. He would then smile as he moved his hand from my waist and held my wrist. His smile was another one of my favorite things about him, his smile always brightened up my day. I then would bury my face in his chest and inhale his familiar scent that made me feel safe in his arms. And he would hold me against his chest and never let me go. "

once, there was a rose in a riptide. book the first

Where we give you MoC Face Claims. {We do not own any of the people in the pictures}......we wish......that we know them of course....not own them...

''I had a dream........'

"This July's gonna bring more than just fireworks and pool parties...I feel it." - Valhalla Westbrooks Valhalla Westbrooks (hippie-ass mama, don't ask about the name) is happy as hell to finally be away from the susness of her own house. (It's kinda hard when your family unit is comprised of Mrs. Westbrooks [squared], a big brother and a little sister.) Maybe leaving Chicago, only armed with box braids and a two-way Amtrak ticket to St. Louis to see both sides of her formerly estranged family, is good for her to get some fresh air since everybody knows there's no air in the middle. Squeezed in the middle of two siblings made her a little cramped, personality-wise, and she doesn't wanna be that girl anymore. She's determined to be a totally different Valhalla when she gets back, and with her cousin's help, she will be after 31 eventful days are up. The switch from clear lip gloss to dark lipstick, from meekness to confidence, from unknowing to sure of seemingly everything... yes, July brings about more than just fireworks.

this is a book for all beautiful girls of color who: 1) have been discriminated for their skin color 2) don't feel comfortable with their skin (COMING SOON)

it was a summer of light

Teenage gay girl will not shut the entire fuck up. More on Fox News at 11

this is about pale pink blood red brown skin

"is this going to last?" "i don't know luke, but i want it to." [lowercase intended] © unretros

❝ i miss you and your tasteless dishes. they weren't perfect, but at least they were made by you- so i loved them. ❞

WARNING CUSSING AHEAD IF YOU NO LIKE BYEEEEE