"Are you the only family of Hallie?" The doctor asked him. "Y-yes." He sighed pushing his sweaty hair behind with his tired bloody fingers. "Who are you, may I ask? Her brother?" The doctor asked lowly, his white hair and thick moustache making Bradley sweat. "No. I'm her father." He simply replied. "You seem young. Where is the mother?" The old doctor asked slightly disgusted by Bradley. "Dead." He sniffed. His head started to spin. The doctor was asking too many questions. "I'm sorry to hear that." The doctor cleared his throat mentally slapping himself for asking such a grim question. This made it harder for him to tell this 22 year old boy. "Your daughter has stomach cancer. Last stage." He said softly. His stomach doing back flips looking at Bradley's face fall. "How long does she have doctor?" Bradley shook his head locking his hands above it. "She is dying Bradley. She has about three days to live." Just three days to live. ©Copyrights Reserved.

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

❝Some people are meant to fall in love with each other but not meant to be together.❞ © tilmorning. Book 1.

❝Maybe we fell in love because we can't be together.❞ A sequel to the story 'something' told in his own words. © tilmorning

A boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.

❝Perhaps we'll meet again when we're better for each other.❞ © tilmorning. The fourth and final installment, following the stories: 'something' , 'where we fell' , and 'intoxicated'.

The story of who she was before she stumbled into the bar one night and placed herself upon a reserved stool. © 2016, Christine Marie.

Book 2 to Can I Have Your Attention Please - - - Kason Ryhawks is an asshole. He's a hot, sexy, glorious asshole who never smiles and will never change. What people don't know is that he's hurting. He's always hurting. And the angry mask is a way to shield himself from any more hurt. As an illegal street fighter, Kason finds ways to distract himself from the turmoil he feels. He punches people to keep himself from crumbling. It's a coping mechanism. But when a shy, fearful, and tiny girl moves into the apartment next door, Kason finds his destructive self drawn to her. The bruises on her face and arms causes him to be inquisitive. Will Kason be able to win with his fists in this fight? Or will his heart guide him to prevail instead? - - - Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.