He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

his mind was like a ghost town; completely deserted, and utterly alone published 7/8/15 (ON HOLD)

basically what the title says. -requests are closed-

My life fell apart, right in front of my eyes. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I write imaginary stories that will never happen to me

*still needs an edit* Just thoughts every girl has about this boy tbh Enjoy!

hello! welcome to my book of imagines. here you will find different fantasies i think of in my head, it's called an imagination. *wink, wink* see what i did there haha "imagination" get it? you probably won't care lol I'm a loner anyways. hope you enjoy my book filled with random thoughts. please vote, comment, and share! have a great day :)) warning: some imagines may contain strong language © 2015 by sugardaddyshawn. all rights reserved.

a spooky book i regret writing

"You're all I want." he said, and though his face proved seriousness, his eyes spoke of all the love in the world. [Completed.] © 2015 runninglow wattpad

in which a teenage boy goes through many life lessons and writes them down to tell his future children one day. ©kidsinIove // abb