The beautiful die young.

"My legs are begging, pleading to leap." © hormales 2015-2016 All rights reserved

A collection of short stories inspired by fallen heroes—those forgotten and those most remembered.

Sometimes I'd catch him looking at me, and other times he'd catch me first. Neither of us would say a word, but even a stranger could tell that we wanted to. [A Valentine's Day/Black History Month one shot for the @taygetsthegay and @diversityinlit competition.]

first voicemail: i'm sorry for calling right now but i'm in so much pain. and you would always tell me to call you when i wasn't feeling well. last voicemail: goodbye ashton birch, i belive that you will finally be able to rest in peace once your phone stops ringing. 「completed --- highest rank #24」

The conversations between Eli and Aeryn.

❝we're like cracked eggs, both broken.❞ ❝can't we be hard boiled?❞ In which two teens become more then project partners. cover: @Rolling_in_the_Dice trailer: not yet made Highest Ranking: #69 Short Story _________________ lower case intended ©mia a.

[A Featured Wattpad Story // highest ranking: #8] He fell for her too soon. She fell for him too late. - Whereas you will only find their love through words only, for actions aren't told.

In which a happy Sylvia Plath and a disgruntled Oscar Wilde meet over coffee to discuss boys, legal studies terms and the perils of being a writer in a logical world. [Now a Wattpad Featured Story] [#40 in Short Story 11/4/16] Cover by @DriveMeCrayCray

"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."