This is simply a collection of dialogues that I create (mostly to expand the fences I've naturally built around my writing skill set). Nothing more, nothing less -- unless your brain takes my words and twists and contorts them into something much more beautiful than they ever were on the screen. Some texts may be flowery, some may be concrete. Just as easily, some conversations will be playful, some may make you want to punch a wall, and some might just make you sad. I do apologize in advance, if that happens. Don't worry, I'll be writing various talks that are airy and infinite and joyous, even if I am, none of the above, a great deal of the time. I'm writing these all to be as real as the rabbit hole I fell down, long ago. They may or may not be real is what I'm trying to say; I'm not quite sure, to be honest. Or they might just be moments of delusion in my mind, or that rabbit hole, I was talking about previously. © Jake Sullivan, 2014

"smoke never rises without fire" ~sequel to BURN~

Play the moon a song and watch the night think of you Fall in love with its uncertainty and it will play you a record Listen to its devastation and it will strum you to serenity The orb of night is a lover of music the lover of the moon till death, shall be howling - chandrea leonora A collection of poems exploring the nature of love. It's beauty, it's madness, it's actuality and it's...fatality.

We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

The story of a girl, a town, and the world as they face imminent death.

❝Someday, I will leave and never come back.❞ ❅ Daniella Evans plans on spending her summer holiday in complete and utter peace; and by peace, she clearly means lazing around while gaining inordinate amounts of weight in the very process. Her plan fails miserably as her parents announce that they'd planned a surprise trip to Australia, and since Daniella nurtured a hobby of taking photographs of whatever comes to view, she was clearly ecstatic. With countless trips to amusement parks, bonfires, numerous confessions, spontaneous kisses, and unveiled secrets, Daniella definitely didn't expect her summer holiday to turn out like this. And she definitely didn't expect to develop feelings for Christopher Stone; a cold, ruthless boy. But what happens when Daniella leaves? After all, time is their most limited commodity. One thing's for certain, though: life always gets in the way. 111 in teen fiction 12/3/2016 cover by @devoursheabooks

"Just don't go falling in love with me, loser." Falling in love is hard. Falling out of love is harder.

❝ I don't know how it happened but -- everything around us fell crashing to the ground. We found ourselves in a world where we didn't belong; we shouted and screamed until our lungs were dry and our tears were black and blue, but no one heard us. No one saved us. No one dared to fix us. Now we only have each other and I'm worried -- I'm worried that may not be enough. ❞ in which he speaks in broken syllables and she speaks in flawless poetry. (lowercase intended.)

❝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.

the tale of a love that not even a woman full of mistakes could destroy.