"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

one was shy, the other was sad, together they were the two who loved art, both with rosy cheeks and caring hearts. [highest ranking]: #4 in short story 6.24.15 book one of the "nameless" series

because the mythology nerd in me wouldn't shut up

"You want to know what relativity is? It's when you fall in love with someone, and time speeds up whenever you're around them - a conversation is cut too short and a glance becomes too fleeting. Hours seem like seconds, and you can never get enough of their presence. It's also when time slows down whenever you're apart from each other - an afternoon of separation feels like days of absence. Seconds seem like hours, and time comes to a grinding halt. That, my friend, is the phenomenon of relativity." This is the story of how a normal girl saved a superhuman boy who saved a psychic girl who wanted to save the rotting world.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"

In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]