❝tell her that i miss our little talks.❞ katelyn leary and allia williams met when they were seven, and had been inseparable since. nicknamed "the two musketeers" in middle school, they have been there for each other through bad break ups, dysfunctional families, and flunked tests. after being voted "best friends" in their freshman year, kate, as well as everyone else, was sure that they would remain as close as sisters for the rest of their lives. but towards the end of their sophomore year, allie cut herself off from her social life, kate included. kate was devastated, hurt by the fact that allie was so easily able to dismiss a friendship that had endured nine years and was stronger than the both of them. while allie continued to snub kate's attempts to rekindle a suddenly suffocated fire, kate tried to understand why allie was so eager to leave her behind. eventually, kate immersed herself in her school work and new boyfriend in hopes that she could move on from allie. five months later, allie committed suicide, leaving nothing behind. three months later, a new boy occupies allie's old house, and kate's pain begins all over again. still unable to come to terms with allie's death, she tries to cope with everyday life while balancing her ever-changing boyfriend and his personality. but with the new boy in town who seems to know all the answers to every question kate has, she finally has a chance to be at peace. but how will she cope with what she finds out? (© promethean 2013)

For seventeen years, Henry’s always been content with a cup of tea and a good book. But when he decides that he wants to write one of his own, he realizes he lacks something to write about. So, when the enigmatic Winter McLane transfers to his school, he thinks he may have finally found what he’s been looking for.

[Camp Nanowrimo Project] They watched him grow up from the gaps in the floorboards. They waited for his dreams to die and his hope to wither. They fed on his dying childhood. They. The monsters.

❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

COPYRIGHT 2012 | ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © "Too many attempts, not enough successes" - Violet Bleu Violet Bleu. The way she jumped at human contact, barely spoke in an audible register and never looked into anyone's eyes was the reason why she had a long list of names that she was called. A new name gets added almost everyday, and eventually she felt as though she shouldn't still be here. No friends, no one that would miss her... Bullies got the best of her. Until Kali caught her eye.