"She had this thought. Not about choking hazards on children's toys or fatal car crashes, but a thought about how Skylar was not entirely a person. He was more like an ocean with violent currents; one of the seven seas with skin and bones and teeth. He was waterlogged with despair; bad weather with the premonition of a hurricane. And she thought that she finally understood why they named hurricanes after humans. But she lived in Arizona all of her life; she had never seen a hurricane, and she found that fitting because she had never seen anything like him either." He was as tragic as a hurricane. She was as volatile as a tornado. But when Skylar and Scout collided, they were bound for the sun. NOTE: Art for book cover by Budi Kwan.

"Some cupid kills with arrows, others with traps," - Hero After a messy breakup, Ben and Beatrix are thrown back together when a gas leak at the boys school renders them unable to finish their yearly exams. The only option for them, to move into Messina School for Girls. Frustrated at their endless bickering their newly in love friends decide they must trick them into falling back in love. However in the digital age everyone is out to tear each other down, and when rumors start to fly, someone is bound to get hurt. A Much Ado About Nothing retelling. #730 in Short Story [31/07/16]

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

❝Do me a favor, Wynona Benoit: tell me that unselfish deeds exist. Be careful though, because I'll start to believe in the world again if you do.❞

Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

In a small village, twenty miles north of Lagos, seven teenagers struggle with their changing identities. Through self-discovery, they shed traditional beliefs to step into their new skin.

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.]

There is hope, always.