✒ elh Art is subjective. Iris-Greek Goddess of rainbows

The old bookstore wasn't your home anymore, you finally realized. It was with them. It was with him. (Sans (Undertale)/Reader. The story takes place in second person view. Reader is not Frisk!) (art is by @Elmer_Heiji on twitter)

After a lot of rock music, many skating accidents and a considerable amount of arguing, Alex finds out that there are things in the world worth living for. Skateboarding, as it turned out was not the only thing Alex and Jem bonded over. [copyright afterwords two thousand & fifteen] short story #24

Lame writing by meeee The majority of these are unfinished and it stress me tf out

A collection of scenes and monologues that my mind came up with but couldn't fit into any storyline.

A collection of rants, confessions, and relatively-short entries in which I explain why I'm a horrible human being.

❝Don't steal my money, steal my heart.❞ ++++ Remi Greggs isn't rich. Ever since her mother left, she and her dad (okay fine, maybe not her dad) have made the best of her life, even if they do have take-out most of the week, and a lot of stolen wallets. Her pick-pocketing skills get her a meal everyday, but choosing the wrong person to steal from just might land her in the biggest dilemma of her life. All Rights Reserved © 2016 grammatically

All Eliza needed was some wine to set the mood. Her favorite kind of wine, and though the situation was tense, wine would cool her down. Jack was determined to get some, but the roads were kinda slick on the surprisingly February day. However, all you need is one slip up. Jack was hit by a car and is doomed to a coma for 6 months. Eliza is there every day to wait for the time when, the love of her life is conscious. His brain is mute but not his memories When Eliza picks up his journal to spend the time, she reads his memories. More like theirs: Memories of Jack and Eliza.

I'm not a monster, I'm a cowboy...