Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

A story, you say? Well, I know a few of those. Some of them are about me, and some of those are even true. This one's one of my favorites. It's how I came to be the Absol I am today. Of course, I didn't like it then, but that's how it always is with life. It's kind of funny that way. It starts with me running down the slopes of Mt. Coronet... (This story has received the 'So good, someone stole it from me once' Award) (This is an adventure story that takes place in the Game Universe with a mix of OC and canon characters.) (This story is also submitted in the 2014 Watty Awards contest)

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

 Lucario's troubles start when he and his childhood friend, Aurora, decide to take a blue stranger back to his home; the problem is, he lives in a different world. With new obstacles threatening his personal problems and duties, will Lucarioever make it?