broken eyes

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

Clockwork

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

girl from andromeda

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

The Happy Birthday Song ✓

❝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.

petrichor

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

Chastity & Dexter

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

Almond Boy

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

Winter's Whisper

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 w...

Art Class

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

Bubblegum Boy

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

The Misfortunes of Lolita

A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...

The Sweater Trade

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

The Dreamer ✓

One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after...

Four Realizations

"You have to learn to live, kid, not just survive."

Rooftop Boy

"What if I died tomorrow," he whispered into my ear. "Then I'll miss you forever like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies," I replied. Cover made by: @mon-fleur

let's talk

me: "hi" him: "hey"

city lights

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...

Double Vision

“My sister passed away over a month ago. The last time I saw her was yesterday.” When eighteen-year-old Reese Washington dies of an undetected heart defect, she leaves a bucket list behind: ten things, all incomplete, detailing the stuff she never got to do. Struggling with her grief, Reese’s twin sister, Callie, sees...

J e a n s J a c k e t

[FEATURED STORY] At school, they were nothing. At midnight, they were lovers. Because one minute after midnight... a rich girl and a boy who came from nothing found something they had in common. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #25 |

Charcoal Girl

“You’re dark just like me,” my grand father would say. “Dark like charcoal.” And so, I became Charcoal Girl.

S a t i n S h i r t s

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 |

reasons why [re-writing]

a flimsy confession letter brings a musician and a writer together - with tea, cake, a volkswagen beetle, a mustang, and a few reasons - even for a short period of time. © wildfloweria 2014 cover made by julixtta

beautiful

story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-

Through His Eyes

What do you think would happen if you started seeing glimpses through your soulmate's eyes, knowing you're due to meet them in a week? [Book #1 of The Soulmate Series] © felicitate | 2015

Red, Blue & Yellow

❝If life were a palette of colors, which color would best simulate you?❞ Red; The glow of intensity. Red is the color of burning fire, capable of massive destructions. Red is the blood circulating in our body. Red is what keeps us alive. Although red is often misunderstood as a deadly color, red is the color of roses...

Young Souls

"Scream, kid. You and the young souls will harmonize in a song of broken youth." [a spin-off to 'Four Realizations'.]

void

sometimes, you feel void. #20 poetry july 14, 2016.

5:48 [re-write 2.0]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

collarbones

It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]

simple.

"come here often?" |lowercase intended| |short story #2|