When Helena finds a phone on the night train, she decides to text the first number in the list of contacts in order to figure out who it belongs to. ***** Helena Santos hasn't had the easiest life. At twenty-one, she's the legal guardian of her teenage sister, in the final year of her nursing degree, and working night shifts at her small-town's local bar. And things get a lot more complicated when she finds a phone on the train home and decides to text the first number in the list of contacts, in hopes of tracking down its owner. That contact? Adam Bauer; the charismatic, sweet, and refreshingly honest older brother of the person who lost their phone. As the two continue talking, they can't ignore the chemistry and growing feelings between them, but life is never that simple. To make things work, Helena and Adam need to juggle a troubled sister, a meddlesome ex-boyfriend, and one fat lawsuit - all intent on keeping them apart. [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]] Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains swearing, mature themes, and sexual content.

Grace and Grant were not meant to be, but there were eleven reasons why he was unforgettable. This is a short story of how she fell for him, and how he let it all fall apart. [ Short Story #39 ]

Rodrigo não sabia o que queria para a sua vida. Então, quando se viu sem nada, compreendeu.

Isto não é uma história. Isto não é um romance. Isto não é ficção. Isto sou eu, como me vejo. E quando me vejo, é tudo. *Título retirado de um poema de Álvaro Lapa.

Camille Moreau nunca foi uma miúda normal. Estudava à distância, não gostava de pessoas, sonhava representar o seu país naquilo que sabia fazer melhor e não sentia dor. Dezassete anos depois, Camile Moreau passou a ser uma miúda normal. Ela finalmente terminara os estudos. Já gostava de pessoas. Escapara-lhe o sonho de representar o seu país na patinagem artística, mas finalmente sabia definir a dor.

"Conta-me a história sobre como o Sol amava tanto a Lua que morria todas as noites para que ela pudesse respirar."

Elliot and Julia have a complicated relationship. Since they met in the seventh grade, the only heart-to-heart conversations they've had have been strictly over text. But they don't mind this lack of intimacy. If anything, they enjoy it. Don't think that this lack of heart-to-heart conversations mean they haven't had some, how should we say, interesting moments. Such as when Julia lost her virginity to Elliot. Yes, you read that correctly. It's a long story. It was just one time. Actually, it was four times. In one night. Once in the morning too. But it was just on one occasion. Okay, two occasions. It's a really really long story. Basically this is just a long story of two people with a complicated, never fully defined, relationship. Well, it's not exactly the full story. This is just the highlights. *cover by @soundthealarm*

Even if she failed at life, at least she knew the perfect peanut butter to banana ratio. --- Awesome sauce cover by @JustCallMePicklez

Eu sei que o meu crime é estar vivo. Nunca conseguirei tornar-me inocente se continuar a viver. A sentença é simples. Demasiado simples para outro alguém que não eu. Para quem está do outro lado do vidro.

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