Alexis chose the summer of 1996 to visit her Nonna in small, poorly known Clarkesville, Georgia. This year happens to be her favorite. Because a certain guy with ripped flannels, loose thick curls, and piercing green eyes won not only his thrilling illegal drag-races, but won the best trophy of them all. Her heart. [will contain mature content and much, much fluff]

it was strange, someone as loved as the sun only had the moon to comfort her at night

Their love was like the Titanic, it sank. © 2013 unrepulsive

Amelia and Harry's fated love story. original by tragedy101

❝I'm not good for you.❞ ❝You're perfect for me.❞ ❝Staying with me could get you killed.❞ ❝And I wouldn't regret a single thing.❞ copyright © 2014-2015 harrystmh

Art is a form of communication. Whether it is through music, through writing or through painting, every note you play, every word you write and every drop of paint you put on the canvas displays an emotion. For many, it is also a form of relief, a way to say everything you wish you'd say and a way to escape everything. Some paint on a daily basis, other paint on impulse. Annabelle Snow paints on impulse. To her, it is the way to paint. It shows what you truly feel, although sometimes it may reveal things you would rather forget. This is the story of a girl passionate about art, who had her fair share of misery and was left bitter by it.

she loved trees; he cut them down.

His eyes could ruin someone with a single look. Her smile could cure the loneliest heart. ☓ All Rights Reserved 2018

[COMPLETED] He was tobacco rolled up in white paper and placed between her lips. And she would strike a match and bring the flame close enough to touch him, watching the smoke billow. Pretending that he was good for her. -- !mature content! ©SONDERHARRY

"And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them." or in which a grieving, troubled girl searches for the murderer of her best friend, comes across an interesting journey. even finding some complicated love along the way.