Spilling Stories

What would a famous vigilante and a hero in training friend do when they are not supposed to see each other? Well text right? HAHAHA joke on you! Izuku as a vigilante al...

"Oh little siren, charmer of the seas with voices of elegance sailers, you please the scepter of beautiful songs you shall wield listening to your euphony my heart...

Little snips of writing that I needed to get out of my chest. Esp;:Eng.

she shed thoughts of madness and words she failed to express.

a lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬; 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐝

It’s been two years since the incident and the ugly, warm-hearted, boyish girl she used to be is seemingly dead and buried. The young woman in her place is relentlessly...

Seventeen had awoken trapped in an abandoned building, a collar attached to their necks and everyone's memories are fuzzy. "It's like they say, it's kill or be kill...

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to present Amelia Decker, a muggle-born witch that Mrs.Black would most definitely NOT allow her first born son, Si...

a collection of my writing. #27 poetry (09/16/15)

A series of letters and poems hidden between the folds of wishful paper cranes.

The name's August Xavier Moriarty. I have four brothers, no sisters, no parents and one insane life. My brothers and I have to deal with being on our own without parenta...

Just poetry and late night thoughts from a broken and sad person//

clay (also known as dream by his friends) has been working at this coffee shop for as long as he could remember. life was pretty normal and repetitive. until one day he...

poems for the heart

Present

the journey

Cold like my blood

What would you do if your mother had died and then some time later, your dad remarried a woman who has two twin daughters? I guess me and Cinderella had that in common...