Nothing Gold Can Stay.

Hey everybody after months of work the big week is here! My book is available in Amazon stores now! <3 thank you all for your support!
          
          https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BL2YN2QT

Just a question cause I'm interested, has anyone in my following ever completely finished my Poto Fanfic? XD It was a long time ago but man that thing was long, thanks for sticking it out @BrendaDaaeDestler

No comment, just Erik trying to have a covid test with no nose. I rest my case. 

D.Y.C.M Hit 1k today!! Thanks to everybody who's given that little story that's so special to me some reads :) And just as I finished really editing it for a final time too wow! Thanks everybody <3

D.Y.C.M has 730 views! Thank you all so much for your support! 
          
          This books been getting a MAJOR reworking so apologies to anyone who is a bit confused toward the end right now. I'll keep yall posted but in the mean time thank you all so much and lots of love! Stay safe! <3

Alright so I've been watching alot of crash course psychology and I wnated to plan a book to finish out the D.Y.C.M series. 
          
          Which would y'all be intrested in- 
          
          Recovery through loss, stages of grief ect. (Josh)
          
          Or a more in depth spin off based on another characters perspective and experiences. (Mel)

(: A poem cause I was bored :)
          
          Lucid Loss
          
          Her fingers ice as they press against his temple, their touch meticulous. 
          There's a ghastly knocking at the window, relentlessly repetitious. 
           Dull green fills the room aglow, mossy recollection on his skin. 
           Like something just remembered, reality wearing thin. 
          
          Now no matter how he fights; he always turns to look. 
          And finds her gone once again, black skies, rusted hooks.
          
          His fingers claw at the metal screen, and some nights he gets through. 
          ‘Through the window,’ he whispers mad, ‘That’s all I have to do.’ 
          He calls her name but no soul hears, for no words those lips impart.
          There is only the lamp on the table, the purring cat, and his beating heart.
          
          The clock strikes there and trains pass by, their rhythm like a drum. 
          He tries to enter back again, but sleep never comes. 
          
          Dull green fills the room aglow, he sits in bruised purple shade
          Head cluttered with numerical reality, shaking alone and afraid
          The windows locked and bolted shut, his feet rest on the floor. 
          Till tomorrow night at least-
          She will visit no more.

Who needs to write new stuff when you can just edit for a hundredth time? :/ New version of D.Y.C.M is up check it out if you get the chance :)

Thanks for the follow!
          Fun Fact: my 7th grade teacher worked at Taco Bell when she was younger and invented the Mexican Pizza with a team of like 7-8 people. Just saw your bio and it reminded me of her (she retired a while ago, unfortunately)
          
          Anyway, I love your profile aesthetic, it’s super nice. That’s all lol
          
          (P.S. if someone doesn’t have a crush on Sodapop Curtis, something is seriously wrong with them)

D.Y.C.M is three reads away from 300! I'm so thankful for each and every one. And thank you all for sharing your own beautiful stories. Much love to each of you! Thank you for your continued support. :)