"Anna dislikes being stuck three-quarters of the way down a chimney. She really does. Not to mention, she's still going round North America, and there's, like, three continents still to get through in about as many hours."

It was a piece of sea glass.

Fragments of Dylan's life. (contains swearing, death, self-harm, violence, sexual themes)

Ella was beautiful. Ella was fast. Ella was gone. Ella was never coming back.

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

WHAT IT TAKES TO RESCUE THE PLANET: one very potent unseeing sorcerer, one botanist doubling as a syndicate branch affiliate, one particularly curious, fair human sidekick, and a knack for magical ass kicking.

A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19632442-reaper-man] Copyright S.Ranasinghe 2013 HG Wells Short Story Competition [shortlisted]

❝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 beautiful die young.

[a story] in which an ailing girl checks off everything on her bucket list with a little help from her weirdly attractive neighbor. [spiritual #8 // short story #41] WARNING: this shit is cheesy as hell i wanna gouge my eyes out