Every family has its secrets. Unfortunately for Harlequin Jones, everyone knew her family's nasty little secret. For eight years, Harlequin and her mother had tried to forget the truth and bury the horrors of their past, but when Harlequin's grandmother begs for her to come and stay, the truth refuses to stay dead. Returning to the home of her grandparents brings back many happy childhood memories for the thirteen-year old Harlequin; memories of home-made apple pie, playing pretend-horses in the yard and fishing down at Bitter Creek. But the visit brings back something else, something Harlequin thought had ended eight years before and she is about to learn that her family's nasty little secret is far worse than she could ever have imagined. Blood is thicker than water and family is everything. There's no place like home.......

The story of two teens in a suicide recovery club. By @woowoowriting (who writes for Theo) and @_animus (who writes for Noelle).

An apology for the life of Snoopy Kennicott (or at least, the first twenty-five years of it).

❝I swear, people are the cause of cancer.❞

"My name is Jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia." Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?" My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person. "No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic." "Is there a difference?" I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't." ----- Jace is weird. Jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things: 1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again. 2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him. 3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label. A CampNaNoWriMo Novel

I'M WRITING THIS BECAUSE I AM ANGRY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS FIRE; I AM A COLLECTION OF BLACKENED COALS BUT BENEATH A LAYER OF ROCKS THERE IS A FIRE RAGING ON MORE PASSIONATE THAN EVER. BUT I AM ALONE, ALL CAMPERS HAVE FOOLISHLY EVACUATED. OR MAYBE IT IS MY FAULT FOR NOT SMOKING ENOUGH, OR NOT SPARKING THEIR INTEREST, I DON'T KNOW. I AM FUCKING ANGRY. COPYRIGHTED, 2015. JAKE SULLIVAN.

"oh you are such a girl," he hissed

Al menos yo; no lo podía encontrar. No sé si te ha pasado. Supongo que sí. Supongo que sabes el golpeteo de "para qué". De "por qué". Las lágrimas vacías y los corazones sonrojados de indiferencia. Pero después de todo; lo hay.

A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014