She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling...
poetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy
I was never meant to leave that room. I had spent my whole life in there, imagining what it was like on the outside. I looked forward to the day when I would finally be allowed to leave. But that day was never supposed to come. Until James decided to keep his promise. He had always been there, on the other side of t...
A research expedition deep into the Himalayas discovered something so conspiratorial, so shocking, that it completely destroyed almost every scientific theory in history. Further investigations led to the discovery of a device able to recreate, or destroy history, the Pandora's Box of humankind: the ability to warp ti...
I never actually feared death, nor did I fear dying. I think I had a pretty healthy awareness of it. I was more afraid of what came after it. I know, pretty morbid thoughts for a seventeen year old to have, but when your life is all around "perfect" what can you expect? Not everything goes right... ~~SD~~ Shailene O'...