AReadingWriter

Clara Falls has been abused by her father since the age of 11. One day, her mother commits suicide and makes Clara promise to escape for her. Suddenly she finds herself in a world that she thought only existed in books and movies and runs into a man with a heart so cold that he was deemed as someone never to be able to love. However Clara is determined to thaw that heart, even at the risk of shattering her already broken soul. This is her journey, full of hardships, laughter, tears and challenges.Trailer for the book:https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HluEgjbWKmE*WARNING* CLICHE ALERTI REPEATMAJOR CLICHE ALERTTHIS BOOK IS ENTIRELY CLICHE ALERT!ELLO ELLO ELLO PEOPLES (said PEE-OH-PULS)Hope you enjoy this story! Merry birthday, happy CHRISTMAS, have a great new year and a spectacular Easter! Peace out - and remember: LOVE UNICORNS!!!…

AReadingWriter

A hero to one world, a serial killer to another.Andy Parkes is an ordinary 18-year-old guy looking to become a chemist when suddenly he is plagued by strange nightmares. Soon he must become The Human Knife to save the world from certain extinction from invading aliens with the help of another alien race.Maybe stabbing people with a magical knife and being branded as a possible serial killer by the FBI and CIA is not the obvious route to take, but to save the world, sometimes unconventional means are necessary. Especially when Andy is running out of time.…

AReadingWriter

A entry for a competition held by @minusfractions…

AReadingWriter

A short story about a dystopian world where lips are sewn shut.…

AReadingWriter

A love short story.…

AReadingWriter

Some of the poems I've written…

AReadingWriter

I choked on the ash of a forest as I fell to my knees, the acrid stench of burnt wood hanging in the air. My eyes felt as though they were peeling but I couldn't look away. No, the trees all around me were burning and that was all I could see. My body crashed against the wall I had been thrown at and I groaned in agony, my throat raw from screaming. Spots were speckled through my vision and my head pounded, probably the result of the severe head trauma I knew I had gone through. I struggled in my boyfriends arms that I had come to love and screamed. I screamed for my mother, my father, my brothers, my friends, the police, a stranger, anyone to come save me but no one heard because we were on the cliff of a secluded beach. A cliff my boyfriend was about to throw me off. He wasn't in his right mind. He couldn't be since he picked up the gun and started waving it around. It was at that moment I knew I had to protect my children from their father, so I didn't look at them as I quietly told them to go to their rooms and lock the doors, only to open them if it was me. The visions. They plague me. I can never escape them.They always end in death.*contains violence*…

AReadingWriter

These are some covers I've made. If you need a cover, I am happy to make one :)…

AReadingWriter

My grandmother - a woman who didn't want to be lonely #13ReasonsWhyContest…

AReadingWriter

Love is foundVows are madeWars are fought Love is takenHeartbreak is caused Tears are shedTerrible news is spoken Depression is feltThoughts are madeActions are takenDeath strikes againA/N warning: this story contains poems about suicide…