Ash

Hey I just wanted to say sorry you weren't able to finish the book kissed bye death but I can't find the person that started finishing it? Again sorry ♡♡

Ash are you still alive? I really like 'Kissed by death' and I keep checking it every once in a while to see if there's a new chapter. Please come back :/

Hey 

Hello everyone! I know it's been awhile since I've spoken or updated but I'm still here! And I'd like to inform everyone that I have a discord acc now. (Yay!) And if you would like to add me, let me know. I'll create a server to share stories or ideas

Anyone wanna be my girlfriend 

Hello

Alright everyone. Guess who's gonna start posting new chapters of Kissed By Death? Yup, I'm back. I'm starting ASAP so keep a look out!

Hello everyone who still looks at my page. I came here at 12:31 AM (00:31) to say that... I may not be finishing my books. I don't know if I'll be Wattpad ever again, either. A lot of things are going down and... ya'll understand, right? I'm sorry to disappoint those who love my story Kissed By Death. Maybe I'll pick up again. Who knows.. maybe I'll become an author and start over. 
          
          Take care of yourselves and others. Thank you to those who encouraged me to write. 
          
          Goodnight 

Photos and Memories 
          
          Photos are merely frozen memories 
          But somehow they manage 
          To hold so many
          Emotions
          Feelings
          
          It simply amazes me how a small piece of 
          Paper
          Can make someone
          Smile
          Laugh
          Cry...
          
          Those photos can hold happy memories
          Or painful memories
          Or both
          
          Photos are simply.. 
          Memories we choose to freeze.

I tend to talk to the Moon when it's a quiet night. I found that He laughs silently and cries loudly. I asked Him about the stars, where they came from. His reply, "They are gifts." "For who?" "Her. The one you call the Sun."
          
          I smiled, "Does she like them?" "I know not. I cannot speak to Her as she is too far away. So I send Her the stars with messages. She sends them back with replies." I frowned, "Do you love Her?" He replied with, "I love Her. And She loves me back."
          
          "Is it difficult? Being so far away but so in love?" He was silent for some time before saying, "Sometimes. I yearn to be with the Sun. But alas.. we cannot touch. We get so close during certain times but we are still too far."
          
          I continued to talk to Him until the Sun started to peak over the towering buildings. He looked at Her in a way that proved He loved Her as much as He said He did. And She looked at Him the same way. 
          
          I made a wish during that early sunrise. A wish that would hopefully come true one day. I wished for the Moon and Sun be able to touch without damage. Their love was strong. Stronger than any other love. 
          
          I waved goodbye to the Moon and said hello to the Sun. That is the night I learned of the stars origins. Gifts, they were. I can only hope my wish comes true so that the Sun and Moon may touch. 
          
                                              End