Funny, sad, structured, unrhymed, it's all in here.

When an angel falls in love with a demon, said angel is cast from Heaven and back to the human plane. Here, they are stripped of their wings and power. The demon they had fallen in love with can no longer feel their presence. Will the fallen angel attempt to get her wings back? Or will she stay on Earth with the humans, searching for her love?

When an angel falls in love with a demon, said angel is cast from Heaven and back to the human plane. Here, they are stripped of their wings and power. The demon they had fallen in love with can no longer feel their presence. Will the fallen angel attempt to get her wings back? Or will she stay on Earth with the humans, searching for her love?

"But there's one thing I don't understand. Why is the nightingale's cage too small for the butterfly?" "Of course, butterflies do not sing!"

Holly asked me to write a summary of her book, and I swear I actually went to the trouble of thinking about it. I even wrote it down on a napkin, which I appear to have misplaced. Basically, this is a love and/or friendship story. Sounds terribly boring, but clearly there's more to it than that. I just haven't enough characters left to do it justice. So sorry – Love, Sandy

The war between Angels and Demons has been raging in the human world for over 1000 years. Despite this, Ross Knight has been able to use his skills as a thief to survive. However, his life is thrown upside-down when he meets an Angel girl named Sylvia Highlander, who makes him an offer that will help him to achieve his life's goal.

In the futuristic city of Elms, people with disabilities are considered to be "incompetent" by law, resulting in limitations of their legal rights and discrimination in the hands of those considered to be "competent citizens". Living in this city is Raina, a girl who's been blind since birth, who soon discovers that she has special abilities that set her apart from others in Elms.

"Ignorance once a curse is now a sacred bliss"

"to tell the thunder to shut up, I had to stand up and look up..."

Beginning in the snow covered streets of London in the early 1960's, their lives were destined to intertwine although not for the most honest of reasons. WIP

My happy pills are not a lifeboat; they help me float on the surface of the storm when I'd rather just drown.

Wonderful existance

Blame the shooting stars, thunder voices, silver dishes.

I write questionable poetry when I'm stuck.

In this collection of poetry, the water tries to send a message to the world, windows stop showing us what we want to see, the impact of the cold soon disappears, and much more.

My flaws do not stay low and quiet like they should.

Inktober in SPACE! 31 one shots about Space. #inktober

if there is so much heartbreak, why do we choose to love?

I wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be normal. I'm not...not like them. My name is Charity Prentice. I am a sixteen year old girl in a small town and I was supposed to be normal. I can't do that much, besides under cook food, babysit my brothers, and write stupid stories. Until I found out I was cursed. That my stories weren't really stories.

Such literature

Aithne wants to survive. That's all. But the Fae have other plans in mind for her.

In which they dance, fight, and eventually kiss. / Caesar's Palace Ship Week 2017 Day 1

All I ever wanted was to dress up as Mulan for Halloween. What did I do to deserve this?

Incoherent babblings, Half sentences uttered - barely formed, Distorted by distress, Cries painfully bemoaned...

A poem about insanity

In times of chaos, a devout believer sets out on a near impossible quest- a man who has thrown everything away to save his beloved sister sets out on a near impossible quest- When their fates collide what will happen? M/M Pairings

If someone you knew of but never actually met knocked on your door, what would you do?

I was never good at summaries.

In Tundar we had many words for white. Our fur was one shade, the glaciers another, and even the bleakest, palest sky had its own unique hue. Black, on the other hand, was something rare. That's why, I think, Aeron was so extraordinary to us. That hair of his … I thought it was beautiful: the only beautiful thing about him, really.

A random poetical piece

New tech and the search for a fabled energy lead a group of scientists into a precarious situation. It's down to a down on his luck Outranger, a headstrong rancher's daughter, and a swarthy insurance adviser to get them out of it. A steampunk-esque jaunt.

A girl who is fed up with her crazy life decides to write a book about it and in the course of things, makes some new friends. Too bad she didn't know there was one very important twist.

A collection of dreams and nightmares, eyes opened or closed, with dark truths.

Sometimes love can shatter like letters across a floor

A short poem that talks about a dark experience many people experience in life. The poem shows that even in darkness there is light. Even if you fall hard, you can rise again!

A poem about one of my favorite wonders of nature.

This is a poem about my depression and my experience with medications and how they don't always work for me. Warnings: Mentions of self-harm and suicide

The author of this free verse poem tells us what he is going to miss on Easter Sunday.

Ever get the feeling that you're being watched?

Poem I wrote for my granddaughter Cammy

A poem about the girl who doesn't realise how much she's worth.

Follow a man, trying to figure out his past in order to fight the horror of his future. A man who, unknown to him, holds a key between life and death.

It's a refuge

You matter a lot.

I sit there everyday

What is growing up?

I have chosen this story for a reading that I have to do for my writing group at the end of May. Would love some feedback on it. So still got time to correct any mistakes etc. It's complete but I feel that it could expand a bit more but can't see how? Hope you enjoy it anyway. Thanks for reading.

Two lovers meet on the beach, prepared to end their time together because of how it hurts the weaker of the two.

She is tainted. She cannot escape. She is tainted. (tw: implied abuse)

I moved 3 years ago after high school...Once again I feel the desire to relocate

The moment I realized where I was, was the most terrifying moment of my life. But then I looked around. Forced to realize who I was with. Their faces began to haunt me as my eyes fluttered awake, bringing me back to the reality my long daydream took me away from. I could see the sorrow and fear in all of their eyes.

And like all of a sudden, that attraction to the feeling of leaving on a spontaneous journey hit me. We left for Philadelphia that night, and that was when everything began to end.

Reagan always considered herself unusual, analytical and clever, but can she survive one of the most prestigious boarding schools in America? Will try to update regularly. Review mine and I'll review yours.

"I want x-ray vision"

The teachers seemed to condition each child to write their name and a special number on every paper they received or handed in. She scribbled on the top. "Name; Eia N. Number: 1905374K"

No one has to be taught to fear the dark. Fear of the dark is really just fear of the unseen. People are afraid of the dark because they are afraid of what may be in the dark that they can't see. It's not really the problem for you though. You can see in the dark. You can see what you're afraid of. Or can you? Please Review!

She is an artist. Just one more line, and she's done. Promise. (tw: self harm)

A poem with a question and a moral.

A poem that turned into a small short "story". It's more like a scene but it's cute, so I'm posting it anyway.

A mother goes for a picnic with her beloved son, only for him to reveal a chilling dark secret...

Prompt-Your setting: The trunk of a car. I was trapped in this pitch black prison, boxed and locked up. I might never see daylight again. And it was all Lisa's fault.

flipping coins, constantly wondering, surrounded by ghosts.

It was her thrill to watch me fight every night.

Hybrid and demon hunter Jian must collect 1 million demonic souls to finally gain access to the spirit realm, his final place of rest. But when he meets a teen with legendary abilities, his fight with the demons intensifies, and he must struggle to protect the ones he loves, while ultimately fighting to rule the spirit realm.

"How could you forget?" A group short story for my Creative Writing Class. The aim is suppose to be a Horror Story, as requested by my groupmate, but I don't think it fits with the final product.

I hope you enjoy the poem. It's about how easy it is to do some things, like be friends with me. I hope you find the time to review

A poem dedicated to the friends that won't probably read it.

Just another random poetical piece. Interpretation is up to the reader.

She'd dated the groom. He'd been in love with the bride. That is, before he introduced her to his best friend. Bitterness wasn't a good color on anyone, but sometimes you have to make do.

and really, dear, shouldn't art tell a story? / freeverse

All the poems I have written this year in one place. Enjoy!

I will make a poem but right now I left it more like paragraphs. What is right and wrong? Do you ever stop to think about this? I'm not speaking about anything specifically, just in general. Read a review.

I had a dream about a burning house / For Belle. Merry Christmas!

A basic poem expressing some of my emotions towards the racial divide of the country. It is all about pick this side or that side. if you go against your own by standing with the "enemy" then you are committing racial genocide. It has to end!

Because of a past blessing/curse, Angela Flores has the power of not feeling cold temperatures. For the past sixteen years, this has been viewed as an amazing gift by everyone she knows, but Angela knows there's a more horrifying side to her power which almost nobody can become aware of.

a spontaneous story, there's really no sense at all.

you set my heart ablaze / you told me you loved me / i believed (you)

In a hurry, with some explosions too.

A poem about Death: To lie low in the grave, soft and safe...

Thus we've been forced apart, in all our lives before.

Some things are better left unsaid. Some things are better left unknown.

Once upon a time there was a living, breathing star; who's very presence kept the balance between hope and despair in check. She never knew it, but if she would ever die the light of our world would go out forever.

Just death, in words.

A series of "letters" in short story form to our kids, telling them of the happiness-es, depressions, regrets, and moments in life that we shared before they were brought into this world. Trigger Warning: Multiple Character Deaths, Murder, Self Harm, Suicide/Suicide Attempts, Violence Can be found on Wattpad at: /story/59238619-letters-to-our-children

It starts off as a seed...

This is the original poem under the title, "I May Be A Faithful Man"

When a teacher kidnaps a group of thirty high school students on their way to their graduation trip, they find that they will be forced to kill each other by a terrorist cell in a way designed to challenge the status quo of the world. Meanwhile, an eccentric family attempts to save them, as one of their own is a forced participant. Inspired by Battle Royale by Koushun Takami.

When a night out turns grim, who is this mysterious savior, and why is he following her?

My first foray into the invention of a world not our own, and my first true try at fantasy, a drabble I wrote a couple of years ago, do you think I should continue? Please review.

It all seemed so perfect, so unreal. It was smooth like your favorite bottle of whiskey, strong like your first shot of tequila. Vanessa finds herself falling, just as you would presume. However, when it ends unexpectedly what is left to mend the heart of the disillusioned girl? One shot!

When life is turned upside down, sometimes it just helps to think...

Why are you still scared? Maybe he was trying to be friendly. No, that mind of yours repeats, he wanted something. —one shot

Nightmares vs Daydreams: which one will finally end my life?

When it's better to have loved a lost, holding onto the memories of the lost makes you hold on, even when you don't want to.

A loss of innocence poem.

A quick moan and negative look at love/romance

A note for you to read, either when I'm in a new relationship that works for good, or I put myself underground without letting you know first. Is this a love note or a suicide note? I guess it's up for you to know.

a poem for those who struggle with expression

A goodbye poem

You can destroy me in every way possible, but you'll never figure out why I enjoy it. It's because I thrive in agony.

A monologue about wanting to live and die among the depths of the ocean.

This is an essay/spoken poem about my history with my faulty lungs.

Physical and emotional love intertwine and do things that they are not supposed to do. (Apologies, for I suck at summaries.)

A nostalgic and mysterious poem- from my friend who read this.

It's when those dandelions in life distort your world until you truly open your eyes. This poem is about that moment: the realization. Mostly influenced by Five Finger Death Punch.

A little girl who knows the true meaning of compassion and selflessness. Her story lives on through the workings of someone she has truly inspired after just one day. ""Hello there!" I said to her as I approached the large fruit tree she was under. "Why do you collect the fallen fruit?" I asked her... "Because mommy told me too." She replied"

"That's it! That's the last time I told a lie. I won't do it anymore. I just won't." I told myself. Of course, that wasn't true. After that I did it again. I couldn't stop. Lie after lie it just kept on going on. It was like a parasite that just took over my entire mind. And that's why I'm writing this. This, this is my guide on how to NOT get stabbed to death by a unicorn.

Letters to people, letters to strangers, and letters to no one.

Your imagination is a wonderful gift. I love where my imagination takes me. The key question is where will your imagination take you?

My name is Zoey-Alice, and apparently, I'm a descendant: an ancestor of a god or goddess. I'm the first Reincarnation of Asteria, which means I'm the most powerful ancestor she'll have. Sadly, that also means I'm the only one allowed to know about the person that's sacrificing people for their power. So which one of my friends is the culprit? Who can I trust?

Hello, I'm Mary, and people live inside of my mind- at least during my reality. In my dreams, I'm twenty-six, married, and wondering if my dream life is the reality I'm living or not. I cannot tell what is real anymore, in either reality, and I'm beginning to fear that all of my life is just a medically induced sanity. *Reviews are appreciated*

And I'll be thinking of another way to make it faster; a pace to set myself, a knife to heal myself, a kiss to poison myself.

Goodbye morning glory, hello morning glow.

Life's full of imperfections, but we have hope.

It may be true that when we die...

Friendship. What I thought was real for so many years turns out to be nothing buy my naivety being used by someone who abandons the one who was always there for you.

* sing-song voice* Whisper down the lane to me; tell me all the lies. Make everyone feel bad until they want to die.

I am you. You are me. We are as one, but I am still in control. I will always be in control. Always and forever.

As I look back on that day, all I consciously remember is the euphoric feeling as the frigid wind breathed life into me as I sang my heart out in the most meaningful song I know, which also happens to be another depressing love song. My own utopia, another's' prison. All I can say is that we all have our own ways of dealing with stress, and just letting the earth soak you in can ma

She was never here. She wasn't here at all. She died two years ago, having killed herself in the locker room after school on the last day of her Freshman year. She's not here. She hasn't been here for two years. And I just killed another person.

Death never used to be an option. Now it seems to be my only remaining choice. Is it still possible to love her after death? Soon enough, we shall both find out. *Warning: two suicides, and mentions of addiction/self mutilation. May have triggering effect.*

"But after that, like the way one might treat autumn leaves that are eye-catching for a fleeting moment, they move on, step on the leaves, and go back to living their normal lives." I was just looking for a pair of shoes. I wasn't expecting a crazy curly-haired blonde, or the way she'd completely change the way I saw the world.

Jane Smith should have died. But somehow, she survived the crash landing on an unknown aquatic world. As terrorists search for an artifact called the Cerulean Star, while killing survivors without remorse, Jane's only hope of escaping alive is to trust a voice over a radio. Who is John Williams and why is he risking everything to help her? Please R&R! I'll return the favor!

A troubled young man stumbles across an ancient mythical creature.

so i decided to write some poetry.

As Black as Blood and without the deserving grace

UNDER CONSTRUCTION Anicka Estralla is a mercenary, the fourth of four sent to stop a war with a new fighter plane design called the Raven. Her life changes forever. I've been told it feels like Top Gun or Gundam Wing.

An all out nuclear war kills all of Earth's population except for ten people. Drama, tragedy, romance...Darwin's Survival of the Fittest law dictates that not all of them will survive. The question is...Who will, then?

It's amazing how many events can happen while one's waiting under a red light.

Dedicated to a little bird I see everyday on the street.

My earthshaking thoughts about the situation with my father. Rated Kplus because it's depressing

Alan, this was written for you...I'm glad you like it =)

It's time now that I move on because dwelling on this is pointless.

So pick up the pieces, move on with your life, and listen to my sorrowful and true prelude to a broken heart.

Tarin and Rhiannon are the sole survivors of the destruction of their home town, Journey. Their search for truth brings them on an epic journey. Elements of story follow traditional fantasy elements, from Dragonlance, Lord of the RIngs and Harry Potter.

Should be in the fantasy section instead, but I decided to put it with the rest of mine anyway.

They are the ones capable of knowing your thoughts before you speak them and your emotions before you feel them.They roam the world and the many other dimensions that our universe consists of. Every city has a few; Amityville, New York is no exception.

Poems written about some major events in the history of the United States. God Bless America in our times of need.

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