It gets darker with every new layer revealed; But maybe it's still not too late to be healed. ― Named LGBTQ+ Book of the Month 3/17/17 as "Devotion"

[ON HOLD] ~ A collection of short stories for when you're home alone at 3 in the morning... ~~ *I DO NOT OWN THE BACKGROUND IMAGE FOR THE COVER. All rights go to its respectful owner(s).* { Highest Rank: #147 in Horror, #875 in Short Story } { Category changed to Short Story by Wattpad }

A three part short-story about a young psychic's tragic journey with the unknown.

A boy had his first kiss stolen from him at a summer camp by his cabin mate, Noel, at the age of five. The kiss haunts him ever since, though at seventeen he has tried to move on with his life. So when the boy moves into his school, will he discover that those are the lips he's been obsessed over or will he ignore the life-changing event?

I ran after him, my vision getting blurry as my tears began to flow. He kept banging on the back window of the car, shouting things I couldn’t get because it was too muffled. I could see his eyes wide with fear and worry, and it made me cry more. But, because I was not born for running, it didn’t take too long for me to get tired. Kai quickly noticed that, the same time I saw those tears that gleamed at the corner of his eyes. “Kai! Don’t leave me! Kai!” I yelled, sobbed as my legs refused to move faster. “KAI, PLEASE! COME BACK! KAI!” For some reason, I knew that that would be the last time I would see him, so I willed myself to continue running even if it would kill me. When I saw him shifting away from the window, I almost lost hope, thinking that he listened to his parents and would really stop befriending me. But then I saw him again. He moved so fast and swift that he managed to open a side window before his parents could stop him. “Please don’t cry, princess! I will come back and find you!” His parents tried again to remove him from the window, but he almost hugged the edges for dear life just so they couldn’t. “YOU HAVE TO PROMISE YOU WILL WAIT FOR ME, RILEY!” “I promise!” A sob escaped from the back of my throat, so I gulped the huge lump that formed in it, and shouted with all the energy left in me, “I WILL WAIT FOR YOU! KELLAN, I PROMISE!” With that, we both stopped. I stopped running; he stopped struggling. And, before his parents could completely close the car window, he threw something at me that almost made me laugh. A candy.

Tyler is the preppy, wholesome football star who is friends with everyone, gets good grades and is adored by all. While Jeremy on the other hand is the druggie, pot-head punk who smokes too much but has Tyler wrapped right around his finger, he just doesn't know it. Tyler having been in love with Jeremy for years with absolutely nothing to show for it but a still yearning heart decides to do something about his pathetic crush, becoming the 'bad boy' he thinks Jeremy wants.

Jokes, comebacks, insults, quotes, yo mama's, and other meaningless funny shit. I try to find some you haven't heard before because that's just lame if you've heard the same thing again and again. MUST READ if you don't I can't do anything but still. Fear me.

'Cheer Up, Daddy!' is a baby programme that helps single fathers who didn't know they have a very productive one-night-stand until the mothers left the babies on their doormats. Through this programme, two men in two different societies cross paths, suddenly find their lives heading in new and unexpected directions. Being the new daddy, Jackson has to sort out what he really wants while learning how to be a good father. And being the new daddy counselor, Andrew finds himself in a bad situation between his ex-boyfriend and a world full of hot straight fathers with adorable babies. [updated 08/August/2015]

It's them against the world- even if they don't know it yet. Danny’s mute. He’s anorexic, he’s rich, he wears all black, he loves his music. He's a closet gay. He’s extremely self-conscious and hides from reality. Olivier’s deaf. He’s dirt-poor, he’s constantly hungry, he wears his clothes from the Salvation Army. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, and he might as well wear a shirt that states that he likes guys. But they have three things in common: their love of poetry, peppermint mochas, and most importantly, their love for each other. No one ever said that loving your polar opposite would be easy.