The Lonely, The Beauty, and The Damned. I'm made of dust and bones. I'm made of pores and artificial ideas. I am a boy filled with heartaches and passion... and I'm here to make it all right. R&R Please! My first story I finished! I return favors. Thanks
A short story of poetic prose; Where the eyelash wishes littering recycle bins and broken song titles rest. Where heartaches paint canvases with strawberry blood and where shooting stars die in my hands. That's what this story means.
A story of an average, clumsy girl, with the burden of carrying wild powers. Follow her journey as she creates lifebound friendships, falls into teenage romance, and encounters everlasting experiences while learning about the coveted FC's. NOT FINISHING.