[A psychological thriller] When you can't even pay for a bottle of water, you might want a friend like Casper. This may be hard considering he's the God-given prophet of Seabrook high; the type of kid who offers existential philosophies on a Monday and spews poetry the next. Friends are a select few for Casper, and Holden doesn't have the right kind of luck for a golden ticket. But he isn't worried. After all, to win the heart of a prophet, all you need is intelligence. And intelligence is all he's got. Cover credit: Photo by Martin Stranka. Design by toska_. Trailer Credit: Clips from Xavier Dolan films. Made by me.

"Oh my darling, when you smile, it is like a song" - "Obviously," She started. There was a nervous shake in her voice that made me tilt my head in her hands. "Obviously you don't understand the agreement." She repeated after quickly composing herself. I rolled my eyes, but let her continue. "Where you go, I go. Where I go, you go." She told me sternly. Her thumbs grazed my cheeks and heat rose on my skin where she touched. I couldn't tell if this was just Sophia being caring or if she was maybe feeling more. My brain told me that this was all a friendly gesture, but my body and it's stupid hormones were telling me that it was something more. And your brain can never really overcome true instincts. I moved closer towards her, shrinking the already limited space between us. This time it was Sophia's turn to blush which only made my smile grow larger. All I could think about was her lips meeting mine. (a new and improved skmw xx)

{{completed}} Voerman the thoughtful lives by the 'Why not' effect. The 'Why not' influences not only his life, but the life of people around him. Humorously, dramatically, perhaps even sexually?

It started with a fortunate mistake It ended in a mistaken fortune. * * * * They get gold if they're lucky. Most of the time, they settle for silver. It's not a question for Damien Jacobs. For his whole life, he has been stealing from families with his controlling father as his accomplice. After a whole life of living like a criminal, Damien finds himself having a change of heart when he starts to get cozy with the son of the rich family that he's trying to steal from. But regardless of his father's commands, Damien is willing to leave his theft days behind.

super rich kids but nothing with fake friends, super rich kids with nothing but loose ends. Wealth is something that is desired by people around the world, a concept that fascinates thousands, leaving them unsatisfied with what they have. Some people work for their wealth, and some people are born into it. Caius Bennett was born into it. With the Bennett's being one of the most prestigious families in the state of New York, Caius has never not been on the radar. After his father tarnished the family name when Caius was a child, the amount of pressure on the boy to make his parents proud only became heavier. Which he didn't have a problem with, Caius was the definition of a golden boy. But then he meets Parker Sinclair whilst hiding in his garden during a party, and the two begin a tumultuous relationship that completely changes Caius' life. Some would say Caius is living the American dream. He just wishes he could wake up.

After some rough years Matthew O'Neill is trying to piece together a new life with all good things. A pretty, if maybe super religious girlfriend, a group of close, if somewhat crazy friends, a loving, if a bit unusual family. But his mind is still a mess sometimes. Especially when it comes to Allen Thomas. The new dorky student with the wild red hair and bluest eyes ever who just can't seem to leave him alone. Or is it maybe the other way around? _______________________ There was a split second when we smiled at each other in understanding, a tiny fragment of the reality, that we didn't have anything in common. I quickly looked over to the lockers again, but new kid didn't seem to get it, still smiling in the corner of my eye. "I didn't quite catch you name?" "Matt. Actually it's Matthew," I said for some reason, like I seriously cared. "Right, I'm terrible with names. Especially today, I feel like I've met a thousand people already. Matthew, I'll remember that." Well he wouldn't have to. I kinda liked the dry, soft way he said my name though, and the fact that he actually said it, not just the short version, that too many times sounded like a sheep baahing. I actually kinda hated it when people called me Matt.

Vincent Pezzementi, captain of the lacrosse team, MVP two years running, and proud gay. Or so everyone thinks. What no one actually knows is Vincent is not actually gay. He is only faking to have all the screaming, and not to mention extremely hot, girls surrounding him at all times. But what happens when Katrina Flores, student body president, is onto his little scheme and confronts him? In front of the whole school, no less? Vincent does the only thing he can think of to get out of this situation, something he's been doing for years, he lies. Not falling for any of it Katrina demands he kiss someone, but not just any someone, Brody McCarthy to be exact. A boy. Will Vincent's plan be unfolded or will he eventually end up falling for the sarcastic, witty, yet amazing sweet nerd, Brody?

After a lot of rock music, many skating accidents and a considerable amount of arguing, Alex finds out that there are things in the world worth living for. Skateboarding, as it turned out was not the only thing Alex and Jem bonded over. [copyright afterwords two thousand & fifteen] short story #24