A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

❝ the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong. you just stop talking.❞

❝ people are like balloons. if you apply too much pressure, they pop. ❞ a story of how three broken, struggling, and exhausted teens fight through the many problem plaguing their lives by wearing a mask made by love, compassion, and air. watch as these three teens are filled with air to the point where they collapse and how all of their stories somehow tie together. [lower case intended. if you have a problem with that than don't read it.]

"Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell." -Kim Edwards Eleanor Morisette doesn't speak. She doesn't have an illness that causes it, and wasn't born mute; she just chooses not to talk. What reason is there to say words when no one's there to hear them? Instead, she expresses herself through the art of photography. Obsessed with the beauty in the world that overshadows her own problems, all she wants is to someday capture life to its fullest; without having to worry about her parents' declining love and the loneliness of being an outcast at school. But what happens when she accidentally takes a photo of a boy who she can't take her mind off? Will he be the one to open up her shell? Or will she continue wandering lost in her world of lonely magic?

When seventeen-year-old Lydia Good ends up getting drunk at a party and performs the biggest prank of her lifetime, her parents aren't too happy. With the Mayor threatening to press charges and refusing to take her fathers offer, her parents decide the best thing for Lydia to do is give back to the town and show everyone that she’s as good as her last name implies. Volunteering to answer calls for the Suicide Hotline is depressing in itself. If she’s not getting calls about people threatening to jump off buildings, or wanting to talk about their multiple problems, then it’s immature boys prank calling for kicks and giggles. When one night a call comes in from a guy saying he’s thinking about ending his life, Lydia doesn't know if it’s a joke or not. But when the boy calls back every single night at the same time, Lydia spends hours upon hours trying to decipher the guy behind the call. Because what’s worse than falling for a guy you don’t even know? Falling for a guy too lost to even love you back.

A journey through the love of a young couple told in reverse – starting from where it all fell apart and ending in where it all began. Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper cover by lydiarse

❝when do you ever expect anything?❞ In which Faith redirects her life, tackles obstacles, finds a cat, learns to share her food, and figures out that she needs new pyjamas. The one thing that's a constant, is the reoccurring surprises that she's apparently got on speed-dial. Best: Humor #367 / Teen Fiction #617

" She hurts and she cries, but you can't see the depression in her eyes, cause she just smiles " After 10 months, a seventeen year old boy named Brown, notices the not-so new girl at school, Noëlla Augustine. Book one of the Augustine series. #401 in Short Story Copyright © Gladys Love, 2013