The Sweater Trade
in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
Calum has secrets that are better kept hidden away and between surviving high school, a rough home life and his "extracurricular" activities how long can he hold it together before it all becomes too much? Not everything can look perfect forever. If it ever did.
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
❝I’ll tell you about my demons and you tell me about yours. Maybe they’ll get along well enough to fall in love and leave us alone.❞
A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014
take what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021