he was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04 in short story 3/3/17

A R M I N O She was the epitome of perfection. Blonde hair, blue eyes, legs that never ended and an impeccable fashion taste. He was the epitome of affliction. Jet black hair, damaged eyes, ink marring his body and a passion to fight. Yet, she was broken inside. A family with unstable financial background, a brother who died in a brawl and a mother who lost herself the day she lost her husband. And he, he was faultless within. A rich kid with parents who were too busy to care, three meals a day cooked by a chef and no curfew even on school nights. What more could he ask for? And when their paths meet, they'll together realise just how unforgiving life can be. Evelyn 3rd October, 2016. #3| SS 10K | 3.3.2017 Previously known as 'Fighter'

P l a s t i c P r o b l e m s Highschool has it all. Plastic girls with plastic crowns and their plastic boyfriends. They don't care about grades. They don't worry about their future, they're rich enough not to. But more often than not, plastic girls have glass bodies. And glass bodies shatter. They shatter in starvation, in purging and in mental illness. They shatter in accusations, rumours and falsity. They shatter in perturbation for they are, after all, a plastic heart trapped in a glass body. ~A series of short tales based on plastic hearts trapped in glass bodies~ ©_screamer 2017 4th September, 2017

❝she was e p h e m e r a l for she would last but one other day.❞ *** 00:00 15/9/16 ©_screamer 2017

s e n s e l e s s l y she looked like a beauty, she smelled like cheap perfume, she sounded like a melody, she felt like fire, she tasted like a bliss; and he, he was utterly and completely hers. Evelyn Summers 20/1/17 ©_screamer 2017