Because I need drama to spice up my life.

'Books are uniquely portable magic.' -Stephen King. So you want to write a book, huh? Looks like you've come to right place.

BLACK MIRROR meets PRETTY LITTLE LIARS in this multimedia thriller where an anonymous advice website gets hacked and the dark origins of the site start to come to light. (shortlisted for the 2017 wattys, #1 in mystery/thriller)

Once upon a time there were two men by the names of Dan Howell and Phil Lester. Dan was a superstitious ghost who just wanted to know who killed him. Phil was a short tempered beekeeper who tried to act put together. A match made in heaven, wouldn't you say?

Phil Lester is sweet and cute; known for his kindness and enthusiasm. Dan Howell is a tough, cold outsider; known as the school's stereotypical 'bad boy'. But if he's so bad, then why on earth did he rescue Phil Lester and give him a smile which would melt anyone's heart?

ⓒⓤⓡⓛⓢ She didn't know who she really was until she met her. The girl with blonde curls and a blinding smile who lit up the world with the twinkle in her eyes. First love hurts like a bitch, especially when you fall in love with someone you're not supposed to. A story of coming out, finding oneself, love, heartbreak, and healing. {Poetry #57 / Short Story #77} {Poetry #43 / Short Story #71} {Poetry #33 / Short Story #60} 3/9/14

Mr. Henderson opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then spoke in a fragile voice, "Miss Tyler, in two days time, you will be departing from my foster home." Air was suddenly hitched from my throat. My heart pounded against my chest, as if it would burst out any moment. I hadn't realized I was standing until I fell into my chair again. All I could manage to squeak out was... "Why?" PG-13 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bunches of thanks to @NewKindOfReality for the perfect cover ~

{AU Harry Styles Fanfiction} "What brings you to the freak show?" Harry Styles burnt the back of his throat with alcohol daily to block out the world around him. Phoenix Waters burnt objects because she liked to feel as if she wasn't the only thing suffering. A pyromaniac and an alcoholic. What could go wrong?

also known as how to keep my creative juices flowing between my last big fic and my next one inspired by something random I happen to overhear each day

poems and thoughts for the broken hearted.