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She could recall the rush of adrenaline, the lifting motion in her stomach, the smile that graced her face after the fact. Power wasn't something easily forgotten.

Two makeshift detectives chase after the disappearance of Ophelia Artel.

make an another world for me through the mirror

The sky was more often red than it was not ~ a short excerpt of a project

a little life story <33

outside a home, darkness swallowed the world whole.

a poem for all the mother figures in our lives-happy belated mother's day!

But his hand were another thing entirely; nimble fingers, smooth skin, even something as accurate as anatomical sketches could not capture what she saw.

the story of two girls and unlikely love, even when winter is the coldest

a story of a life of a girl. she was afraid to grow up.

Chapter One of a story of a fighter in a city

The toxicity of a city, with its polluted claws digging at your dreams.