CURSE CLUB
Boy meets magic. Boy meets death.
"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."
Lana doesn't like the way people fit in, she has never found someone with whom she connects with enough to bear her soul to them. She reaches out to a celebrity, someone whom she's watched on the big screen countless times, in a hopeless attempt to find meaning in her, otherwise dreary, life. Everything was fine, but...
This is a set of short stories following four boys on their quests to find happiness, to make something of themselves. It includes tales of heartbreak and tragedy, for they have all loved and lost. Adolescence is bloodshed, not just for us, but for every generation that has been, and every generation that will be. We'...
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...
A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.
junkyard dreaming: where the broken thoughts go to die and leave something vaguely like stories in their wake. OR - a collection of one shots and various items of the like.
❝If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart and I'll stay there forever.❞ John loved her. He still does. In hopes that she is here, somehow, he lists all of the things that makes no sense to him about her. All of the things that he loves. [COPYRIGHTED]
"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whet...
D.C. in 1931 is lopsided. As the rich get richer, the poor barely manage to survive. Living on the streets with no family and barely enough change to buy her next meal, Alice Winters has taken to picking the pockets of the wealthy in order to restore some balance. When she picks the pocket of Charles Cartwright, the a...
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
Reid has been homeless on the streets of New York for years now, fighting for cash in clubs and sleeping in empty buildings. With his special ability, Reid could have whatever life he wanted, but chooses not to. When Sam meets Reid on the subway, she has a hard time forgetting about him, and not only because he kee...
In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.
A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]