Finding Ford

Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you kno...

Swivel

[TEEN FICTION: ONGOING] Jane Moffat is tired of her boring, same old, everyday life; she's tired of waking up every morning, driving to the gas station down the road, and selling overpriced beer. She wants adventure. She wanted anything but the life she has now. So, it’s a no-brainer that when a very, very cute boy wa...