in which a girl writes down everything she couldn't say to the boy who was never meant to be hers in an attempt to get over him. just like you. just like me. Short Story #30 [19.12.17]

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

she waited and waited and waited and finally she kept waiting but nothing

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

After getting her heart broken, she decides to email her ex- but she does not send it. Little did she know, he does the same thing. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.

he whispers, "do you love me?" and she says, "not like that."

A victim of child abuse ever since the death of her mother, Cassidy Taylor has become a shy, quiet girl who's naive to the real world. When she meets Carson Matthews, the delinquent jock who seems to be afraid of nothing, her demise seems unclear. Carson's mask begins to shed, revealing his true self. Cassidy grows closer and closer to revealing her deepest secret. Whether or not this is for better or for worse is up to them, and how well they choose to play.

Sophia Hunts is your typical sophisticated geek but the difference is she's popular and you want to know why? It's because she lives next to Jace Carter, the hottest guy in West Bridge High. Jace Carter is the biggest player and the jerk as they call him. They've been neighbors since birth but they never once had a decent conversation. What's holding them back? Who knows, maybe it was better that way.

If you were to go in the library of Alistair High, you'll see this ginger girl in a corner. Her name is Sam. You'll see her scanning books behind a shelf. Or in the deepest parts of the library, sitting down the floor whilst reading. But before you look for her, take a look around. Just take a look around, and you'll see someone. He usually sits where Sam is, listening to her amusing gasps whenever she reaches somewhere interesting in the story. And he would smile. At the same time, he's writing letters for Sam.

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]