She grew up in a world different from his. While he conquered battles, she read books and studied history. While he led an entire pack of wolves, she drowned in knowledge about the realm they live in. While lives hang in his shoulder, she was taught not to associate with any of his kind. But they knew all too well to know that fate does not work like that, and people who are destined for one another, will meet no matter how big the differences between them are. --

for the guy i see every so often but i'm too shy to talk to

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」

"I'm -- I'm in love with you, Adalia." "What?" Adalia laughed loudly, shaking her head. "That's complete nonsense," she said, staring at him with tired and disbelieving eyes. "You're not in love with me. Love -- love isn't real. Love isn't genuine. Love -- there's no such thing. It's just an illusion, Jaycen. It's just a p h a n t a s m."

A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

He just sits there. On seat 31. Reading a book or listening to his music. He looks out of the window. Or looks at her. She just sits there. On seat 30. Reading a book or listening to her music. She looks out of the window. Or looks at him.