"his eyes were a light shade of blue, almost grey, like his eyes were what sadness feels like. "

Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

❝mr. saturn grinned as the girl from andromeda wept, lamenting the loss of her galaxy.❞ [beautiful cover by clubstatic.]

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

life imitates bad television ✧ highest ranking- #31 in poetry ✧

Chastity and Dexter, an odd pair indeed. [Chastity's parts in bold, Dexter's in italics] Short Story #73 / Romance #237

Two teens unable to participate in gym watch their fellow students from a park bench. One of them eats what seems like a pound of almonds each day. The other wants to know why. [ © 2014 - Samantha Grace. All Rights Reserved. ] Cover made by the amazingly talented Julietta, or, -therapy

She's like winter cold and distant comes around only when you want her to She's like Christmas morning brings joy I can't sleep thinking about her She's like snowflakes pure delicate I'm scared to hold her scared she might break in my grasp She only melts She's like winter leaves too soon comes back never when I want her to

"Why do you look so....tired?" "Why is it any of your business?"

12 Thursdays, 1 bitchy Walmart worker, and 1 bubblegum boy. [Short Story #25 // Humor #153] // don't read this, iT SUCKS ASS //