Normal isn't a term Olivia Hernandez is familiar with. Her mother is dead to an abnormal disease, leaving her wallowing in scattered memories. Her father is abusive and never sober, leaving her treading through glass shards of beer bottles. There's too many unclear secrets her family has, and so she can only act as if that's "normal". Her eyes are bright, and yet, her skin is littered in scars. Olivia meets Alex James, the son of her mother's best friend. And where do they meet? A graveyard. How oddly compelling. When the two find each other at her mother's grave, Olivia can't help but feel close to him, even with his harsh and yet somewhat caring atmosphere. Not only are his pretty bluebell eyes alarmingly alluring, but the memories he brings back to her are even more appealing. They had a hidden past, tied together by Olivia's deceased mother and toxic father. They had a hazy future, tied together by Alex's bastard of a father and Olivia's childhood nemesis. This was their reality. A reality for a boy with the prettiest bluebell eyes and a girl who would forever be a scarred beauty. ~~~ "You told me that you loved me," I said quietly as we walked across the golden fields, out of the nightmare of a territory. I peered at him to see his eyes half-closed, as if he was fighting and struggling to keep them open. "You told me to trust you." His blue eyes glanced at me for a moment before falling back to the ground. The sun began rising behind us as we continued on our path, shining rays of gold and orange light on us. I sniffled and smiled lightly, but it was without humor. "But I don't know if I can keep this up anymore..."[ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. The plot may be seriously underdeveloped, so unless you aren't looking to read a picture-perfect book, you're not where you should be. ]
In a world where magic is commonplace, your worth is determined by how strong your magic is. An orphan girl sets out to become Grand Mage in order to protect the ones she loves and get revenge on those who have wronged her.
He was tall, lanky, with unimaginably pale skin, and his arms and legs were bent up unnaturally underneath his body. Blood stained his clothes and his jaw hung off of his face, skewed to one side, arms and legs laced with gashes and cuts. He had wounds covering him, marring his skin in a mix of flesh and dirt, and Mel's gaze was instantly jerked upwards to his eyes. Pure white, filmy and stark, they seemed to light up the train car with a terrifying, inhuman glow. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was charging forward through the car. -- Four people wake up, sore and dazed, in a subway train deep below the city. They have no memory of where they are or how they got there, and are shocked to see that the train doesn't seem to ever stop. Fighting their way to the front, they realize that the strange, rabid people on the train aren't what they seem, and that a terrifying world of mutation, human greed, and power lay just beyond the station. --Thank you for considering my book! It means a lot to me, and I'm very grateful for every single one of my readers. However, before you read, I urge you to read the TWs below in case you are sensitive to/don't care to read about any of these topics!TW // zombies, (semi?)cannibalism, murder, blood, gore, swearing
A few years ago I had to write some poems and short stories for a creative writing class so I'm just going to put them here too. I apologize in advance for how bad they are.
Sometimes we have to look back to know where weare going. The past is not just water under the bridge: it's the same recycledwater. Who knows how many times we have gone through the cycle. With thesethoughts in mind, I will share with you my observations of an almost 70-yearlife and my sense of where we're headed.Cover credit @Suganthii
NEW CHAPTER EVERY FRIDAYMeet Vitor, a young man who, after his death, awakens not in oblivion, but in the mystical celestial plane. Confounded and teeming with questions, he is thrust into the kaleidoscopic universe of Konosuba - a realm he once dismissed as the mere figment of a fiction writer's imagination. Suddenly, the lines blur, and the fantasy he thought was confined to pages springs to life around him. Now, he must navigate this captivating new world, where age-old quandaries wear strange new faces...
hyunjin and felix are two of eight members of STRAY KIDS, a K-POP boy-group. every other member believes they are just friends, little do they know, there's something else going on behind the scenes.no smut!!! finally I managed to create a story without it!!! this idea was brought to me after reading a hyunlix ff that made me cry!GO READ BOOK 2 PPL!!!!!!!!!!! https://www.wattpad.com/story/323478246-sunshine-hyunlix
Lina ist 17 Jahre alt. Ihr Leben veränderte sich vor genau einem Jahr. Sie verlor auf einen Schlag alles, ihre Familie, ihr Leben, einfach nur alles. Das, was geblieben ist, ist nur die Vergangenheit und tausende Splitter in ihrem Herz und das Verlangem nach Rache.
» crestfallen ˈ(kres(t)ˌfôlən) ; sad, disappointed «[ sequel to fallacy ]
Rainbow Dash's parents were arguing and Rainbow couldnt handle it as she was hiding from them. Carrie Underwood owns the song and Hasbro owns Rainbow Dash.