“Save me! Please!” she screams as the fire claims her skin and caresses her body.

she's just a little bit lost on her way to happily ever after, armed with a heart that's spinning out of control.

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

everyone needs to vent sometimes // {cover quote from looking for alaska}

[Camp Nanowrimo Project] They watched him grow up from the gaps in the floorboards. They waited for his dreams to die and his hope to wither. They fed on his dying childhood. They. The monsters.

"Everyone has secrets." James has a problem; he cuts himself. He is in love with his best friend, Chloe, but is too afraid to tell her. His father is attracted to the bottle, and his mother wears fake diamond rings on her finger. James' world is crumbling. The razor is his only companion and the slits on his thighs and arms remind him of who he is: "Cut Boy."

instruments make music. people love music. they say that no music is no life. well, our story's heroine's first instrument was the rainbow coloured xylophone, age three. ever since then she has mastered every instrument she has come upon. she does it for the euphoria it brings, knowing that your fingers, your set of lungs, you are making it. Then, why not bring in another hero. his first instrument was the piano at age ten. he hasn't stopped playing since. It is what he does, his music really is his life. for six years he has been non-stop entered in competitions, winning competitions, ruling competitions. both have a way with music. now, these two musical people, let’s put them in school, different schools, yet sister/brother schools. bryn east girls. bryn east boys. when these two schools decide they want to hold a joint musicalé these fellow protagonists’ friends, teachers, peers root for them. the prize is the title, the competition is fierce, there is only one winner. these judges aren’t going to pull a seneca crane, there is one winner, and one winner only. so, without further ado, let the best musician win.

Jeanie Hall is a mess after her late boyfriend dies - so much so, that she manages to throw a baby into the frozen section, get sent to court, and sentenced to a year of art therapy. August Fletcher seems to be the king of staying happy. But behind the scenes, he's grieving the loss of the son his psycho wife took away from him, and living in fear of her current husband. Can two broken people mend eachother?