Mike disappeared on a clear day. I remember that, at least, though not much else. I was five years old. "Try," the policemen said to me. "Try harder. Remember."

❝Nights are for talking.❞ [Short Story #36]

Christmas is around the corner and for Tyler, Kayden and Storm, nothing is more important than finding the perfect gift for their girlfriends. All three have their eyes set on a certain sexy piece of lingerie to give their girls. But problem is: there's only one set left. Curses are exchanged and fists are quick to collide. It's the fight for skimpy underwear and there's only one reward for one lucky winner.

Sometimes the answer can be as simple as a kiss. [extended summary inside]

A girl admiring a boy. Simple.

In which Amelia learns the difference between what's love and what's not over the spirit of jingle bells. (previously called Christmas guns) //completed

The alternative version of The Good Girl's Bad Boys: The Good The Bad And The Bullied. I wrote this for a project at school, with permission of the author.

In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

❝Roses have thorns, my dear, but so do you. ❞ In which Jan falls into an existential crisis, and Pete is there for her, if only in the form of words on her screen.

"We could fly to Berlin, Tokyo or Jamaica. We can go where you want, say the word and I'll take ya. But I'd rather stay on the sofa, with you." Summer time means vacation; three months of new discoveries, thrilling adventures, wrinkled maps to be pried open, and gorgeous foreign countries to explore. When Kira Walker is left defeated by the fact that she won't be going anywhere extravagant for her summer vacation for the umpteenth time out of her seventeen years of existence, her best friend, Xander Harrison and his remarkable talent with words just might save the day. Through Xander's beautifully crafted tales, the pair embark on adventures which evolve around unique encounters and quite a few mishaps. Kira and Xander find solace with each other’s company as they voyage the world through the remarkable power of words from a faded old sofa. Cover credit; morstan