(Previously known as Park Benches) They both sat beside each other in silence, the cool autumn wind blowing through the night. The boy turned slightly to look at the girl, letting out a puff of air and sighing deeply, trying to get her attention. She didn't notice, but he continued to gaze at her. "Have you ever noticed that even though we're just friends, we look at each other like we're about to kiss?" He asked, laughing quietly as he shook his head. "But, 'just friends' don't look at each other like that," she frowned, but began to laugh along with him. "Is that a bad thing?" He questioned once his laughter died down, cocking his head to the side in slight confusion. She shrugged. "Does it matter? We're only friends, me loving you probably wouldn't make a difference." The words stung her, but it didn't matter. She'd already fallen for him but it was whatever. He didn't like her back. And it was all because of the stars and that stupid, stupid park bench. © Fondre ™ 2017

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

"So, how did you know you were gay?" "One day, I was walking and a rainbow tumbled from the sky and onto my head. Consequently, my brains fell out and I forgot what a vagina was. So, suddenly, when I accidentally walked into a changing room and thought, damn, I want that dangly thing between his legs up my arsecrack, I realised, oh holy fucking shit, the gay rainbow chose me! Praise Jesus." "Your parents must be proud." "They make me masturbate in a bath of holy water every night." - A light-hearted and sometimes funny collection of dialogue, letters, school incident reports, paintings and texts involving Charlie and his antagonistic art partner, Ferne, as they get together through their mutual love of spray-paint, love itself and... Ass Milk? Brilliant. [PG13: frequent profanities, contains bxb kissing gifs, moderate indirect sexual content/references and gAy RaInBoWs] 98% complete

Mike disappeared on a clear day. I remember that, at least, though not much else. I was five years old. "Try," the policemen said to me. "Try harder. Remember."

In which two insomniacs find connection through their unslept nights. All rights reserved © 2016 LeiLani Lopez [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns ] {Highest ranking: #18//Short story} Warning :: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. To read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to: [http://my.w.tt/UiNb/Rg94ZevvMz]

bal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1

having the quality of softening or soothing the skin. "an emollient cream" synonyms: moisturizing, soothing, softening >--> he was her emollient.

Who are you? Are you who? You are. Concealed beneath all if our relational labels there is someone. Who is it?

❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]