How does your night go from a game of Hide and Seek with your best friend, to your parents being murdered the same night? On top of that, you're sent to live with your mother and father's best friend, Mrs. and Mr. Harmon. Although Emily and her brother have no idea who these people are, they're given the luxury life a...
Abandoned by her friends, Samantha is left to enjoy their girls' weekend at the rodeo and music fest by herself. Jake and Josh, rising stars in the rodeo world, have fame and fortune at their fingertips. Riding is their high, but with it comes the low, being pursued by aggressive women. Having multiple women is not th...
Misunderstood and overmedicated, twelve-year-old Lilith Bloom finds the prospect of a grand family reunion decidedly dull... That is, until she discovers that the rose garden surrounding her grandfather's Berlin mansion is, well, completely and utterly carnivorous. Armed with Panther, her talking pet whippet, and the...
this is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
[RANDOM UPDATES] delve into the uncensored mind of a teenage girl. a collection of musings, poems, and unstructured thoughts. - lowercase intentional - [© 2013-2014, ALEXANDRA JOY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
"Curiosity kills the cat." One box. Three words. Would you open it if you were told against it? [Highest Rank: #139 in short story] Copyright 2015 By Angie All Right Reserved {#Wattys2015} {#JustWriteIt}
"She had this thought. Not about choking hazards on children's toys or fatal car crashes, but a thought about how Skylar was not entirely a person. He was more like an ocean with violent currents; one of the seven seas with skin and bones and teeth. He was waterlogged with despair; bad weather with the premonition of...
A somewhat normal college student decides to stay in a house with six other students: Leon the dramatic pretty boy. Minnie the extreme couponing Philosophy major. Kayla the fashion diva who drinks way too much Starbucks. Ricardo the mature Psychology major. JC the dancing maniac with too cute dimples. Then finally Cha...
Kayla's senior year trip is supposed to be the icing on the cake. Good grades, a perfect boyfriend, and a future she's always imagined. But when their plane emergency stops in Rome, Italy because of a record-breaking storm, sixty seniors have to learn how to adapt. But in an airport not prepared, a language barrier an...
Avery Wilson likes to light matches. Not light matches as in light-matches-and-set-things-on-fire-like-Matthew-Trinson-down-the-street, but lighting matches. Just lighting them. And then blowing them out. Avery loves the sounds of the head of the match scraping against the side of the box, the sound of fire being brou...
A reluctant study in adulthood. Featuring: quiet kite-lover Jürgen Lilienthal, reckless and self-defeating optimist Leena Mathew, handsome pre-med Omar Madane, and of course, Mr. Brandolini himself. {spiritual #57}
One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after...
"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."
Norah Appleton has a rather odd problem. She can’t seem to sit down and study for her life, and it’s not even like she has the slightest signs of ADHD or dyslexia. She just cannot study. When she looks at the words dully carved into her physics book, all her mind can wonder about are tales of Greek gods which, from he...
In which Nick learns that diets never work. One-shot. @noticefiction's book of the week winner.
this is about the clouds and stars in that space where they say your brain is supposed to be
Their love was beautiful, but god did it come to an unfortunate end. cover by Kodi ( @ michaelclifford )
I see the soul as constellations, each star connected to reveal an image, intricate and poetic thoughts forming bodies of light; but all stars fade out. * con·stel·la·tionˌ a group of stars forming a recognizable pattern that is traditionally named after its apparent form or identified with a mythological figure. Mode...
❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)
"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016
