Gaze Stories

Seera a seventeen year old girl who runs away from an orhanage trying to escape her past. She is the only living rare white wolf and that makes her wanted by many. Jumpi...

Aizawa Natsumi is more or less a workaholic who one day has to face her biggest fear in life, the past, when she gets a joboffer she cannot refuse. Her everyday life bec...

I'm beautiful, I'm rich; I'm every guy's dream. In other words, I am perfect and I'm not afraid to flaunt it. But that's only what they tell me. I can't remember anyt...

Clara has been hunting werewolves for years. She has trained, fought, and killed for her beliefs. She's ruthless, remorseless, and planning to murder one of the stronges...

Cancer: A malignant and invasive growth or tumor caused by abnormal cell masses, tending to recur after excision and to metastasize to other sites That's the definition...

"To feel so light, was it real? To feel okay, was that a dream?" I said with wonder, wine in hand "I wished to rest in this land" ⊱⋅ ──────────── ⋅⊰ ...

Poems

"I was always told to stay away from people like fortune tellers. People who claim to be 'magic'. Magic. But when one bottle of perfume changes my life, it's thos...

Soooo my inspiration for writing this one is from xxmils and his/her book "Little Miss Drug dealer", worth a read :). Anywho, this one is also similar to my l...

16-year-old Charlotte lives a normal Life in New York,where she wants to fulfill her Dream as a photographer.. Or so she thought,she lived a normal Life.. There has been...

When you're in great emotion, brainstorm happens. And when brainstorm happens, you write a reflection of your soul — poetry.

Poems of a high school goth

This beautifully crafted description captures the essence of someone's captivating brown eyes. The vivid imagery paints a picture of depth, warmth, and intrigue, making...

There is no sense of time, no sense of hearing, all you have is your mind, sight, smell and touch. For one, it would seem difficult to look into the eyes of the stranger...

“I was praying that you and me might end up together. It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, but I'm holding you closer than most, 'cause you are my heaven...

A poem describing the cold dewy morning.