he was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04 in short story 3/3/17

what I never told you [highest ranking: short story #215]

❝ I don't know how it happened but -- everything around us fell crashing to the ground. We found ourselves in a world where we didn't belong; we shouted and screamed until our lungs were dry and our tears were black and blue, but no one heard us. No one saved us. No one dared to fix us. Now we only have each other and I'm worried -- I'm worried that may not be enough. ❞ in which he speaks in broken syllables and she speaks in flawless poetry. (lowercase intended.)

People make mistakes. Arden Ame's mistake was that she fell in love with this boy called Liam Moore, who had a charming, crooked smile and a voice that dripped with honey. This boy was uncaring, rash, terribly good looking and drew attention effortlessly like a moth to flame. He had a habit of tying up his hoodie strings, which Arden found completely adorable, because oh gods she was bewitched. This boy was popular enough to get away shattering her life into complete shambles. To break her heart clean into two and let her go, because this girl was sensitive and kind and just about everything he wasn't, and she was never meant to mean anything to him. He let her go, and maybe that was this boy's mistake.

how I got over him [highest ranking: short story #292]