You enter the garden through an ornate white gate. It had been midday when you were outside, but the sky is now twilight, and you can see the moon. In the garden there are flowers of every variety, everything from roses to pansies. Anywhere else, the worst thing you would have to fear from these plants would be pricking your finger on a roses’ thorn. But here even the smallest flowers are much wor...

Shawn hates fishing. But here he is, sitting beside his biological father, Damian, on a bench facing a large, pristine lake. The lake is owned by Damian, and the expansive land surrounding it, and the house that Shawn slept in the other night. Damian, without a doubt, is rich, and trying to be the best father he can be for his son.

Shawn still hates fishing, though. He wants to go back home to h...

Hey, so, I won’t be writing as much because I’m taking a hard class (that actually gives me homework) this semester. I’ll try to work on some stuff, but yeah. WAR is definitely going to be the first thing I write when I’m on here. Thank you all!

I also was really surprised at the likes that my love poem to Honey Bear got. 🙃 That surprised me.

Love you all! Have a great night/day! ❤️...

**_Author’s Note_**: If you know Piglet, then this is a rewrite of the plot I made at the start of this year. I didn’t really want to throw my characters away, so I made significant changes. Ballari’s heart is normal (but if I actually make a book out of this, Imma give her back her faulty heart because it made a good conflict.) She also is a Noord shepherd (btw, I created my own world called Seka...

The sand sticks to your skin. The grains are going to scrub at your skin, revealing a red, itchy spot when you try to wash it off later. You don’t care, though. All you can think about is the water.

There’s nobody here today. The beach is empty, but you don’t mind. You like it that way, as you’ve always preferred solitude.

The wind is strong today. It whips your hair around your face. The red ...

Dark, everything was dark.

Ballari breathed in shaky breaths through her clenched teeth, trying, failing, to keep out the unruly stench of piss and blood. The metal floor beneath her was cold, freezing with thorns of ice. The walls visible to her were covered in dried blood, painted in it, and held forth thousands of thousands of taxidermy pig heads. Sweaty bodies, slick against her exposed skin—...

(Yes, this is in the prompt, btw. First person is my usual go to, but third person came like second nature to me back then. 😅)

**_Chapter 7_**

_Soon enough Ballari caught _up with her captors and decided to uncover information.

_Why, what, and sometimes, when._

Ballari tapped lightly on Tyra’s shoulder, still wary of the girl, but calmed down when she saw that the girl’s anger had passed.

...

Grace stared at her hands. They were shaking again. Even when it came to family she couldn’t keep her composure. A deep breath filled her lungs in an attempt to calm herself. After making the decision to tell her grandparents today, Grace’s thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. What would they say to her? Surely, they would be angry as they were both raised strictly catholic. Would they try to forbid her...

- She said they’re done.

Oh, really?

- Yep. It’s true.

And he?

Did have something to say too?

- He said he said he loved her, but the story had to end.

She said they could never be anything more than simply awkward distant friends!

- She said he said that it would never work.

He said she said she called him a blatant loser and a dork!

- No.

No?

- No. She sai...

Her arms dangled out through the hard metal bars, watching the guard as he walked down the way. “Lights out in five” he said as he walked, watching and holding onto the gun on his belt. Lacey just watched as she squinted her eyes, counting the days until she was done.

She tapped her fingers to make a small noise, as though she was bored with something to say.

The guard looked her way as he...