Most would say dating Murphy Guillard was like diving into the deep-end of a pool when you don't know how to swim. Laleh Riyadh dived in, learning that she fell into the deep end, foolishly thinking it was shallow. cover by nimaasadi

"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

When Franny learns why former popular boy Tyler fell from grace, she gets thrown head-first into his dangerous world but also closer to his timid heart. ***** Eighteen-year-old Tyler Madden used to have everything. He was captain of the football team, popular, high achiever, and was set to have a successful career. But when a secret too hard to handle comes to light, he turns to underground fighting to deal with the pain. Now, he's in too deep. And when Francesca Howard befriends him at school in the hopes of figuring out what went wrong, she unknowingly gets pulled into the criminal world he's now stuck in. As the two find comfort in each other, they find themselves faced with their impending future and trying to get Tyler out alive. Content/Trigger Warning: this story contains scenes pertaining to drug use, substance abuse, and violence. [#1 in teen fiction, romance and action]

Alyssa has been living a lie. After the worst breakup of her life, she is faced with her worst nightmare: look back at her messy breakup and relationship, and see what really went wrong.

i want to taste strawberries, the first snow and your lips.

❝there is something horrible about a flower; this, broken in my hand, is one of those he threw it in just now; it will not live another hour; there are thousands more; you do not miss a rose.❞ 🌹🥀🌹 "So why did this"-my therapist gestures to my shaking hands, my red eyes, my tangled hair-"start happening?" My eyelids fall shut on their own accord. "I don't remember anymore." I do remember. "It must've been a traumatic experience," she observes. "A horrible experience," I agree. I decide it's easier to agree. "How old were you?" she asks. "Young. Too young. I don't know." Nine. "The way you behave now stems back to that childhood experience," she tells me, as if I don't know this already. "You were still a pure thing. A flower. It's easy to ruin a child's life forever. To create a horrible flower." 🌹🥀🌹 LILLIANA is a horrible flower. She is dark eyes and cold hands. Headaches and tired feet. Restless and relentless. Since she was nine, she has been forced to work every day of the week in order to support her family and keep up appearances. NIKOLAY is a wilting weed. He is soft skin and bulging blue veins. Warm arms and small chuckles. Indifference and improv. Since he was nine, it was him and his mother. No one else to talk to, to be with, to laugh with. He loves all things but has zero things to love. Lily, a girl with no time to love, and Niko, a boy with nothing to love. An awful accident turns out to be a life-saving meeting. But flowers and weeds aren't meant to mix.

her voice is reserved with quiet musicality, copper-colored eyes dancing loosely on the vibrant paintings on display Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved (( super short chapters for a super short plot ))

Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.