you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

❝Maybe we fell in love because we can't be together.❞ A sequel to the story 'something' told in his own words. © tilmorning

❝You can't throw a girl the wrong signal and expect her to not follow.❞ 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm. An hour and a half, things can change. And Zara never imagined falling in love with Pierre. A risk that she took. ~ Z A R A ~ A course of a couple of weeks, an hour and a half, our short story became a story on my bookshelf. I've always been a risk-taker, I knew I'd be hurt if things went wrong, and I was stirring up a recipe of a broken heart. He was the risk I took. | #17 ss | Beautiful cover by: @StrangerSights

I had become heartless. Detached from all emotions. Living life like an unfinished puzzle, a small part of me missing. Lost. Never to be found again. And then she came along with all her smiles and laughter and cheerfulness. She helped fix me up. Slowly, but surely, I found my way back. And she taught me to live again. Cover Credit : @xHemmingshugsx Highest Ranking : #2 in Short Story, 16th May 2016

She's a once in a life time kind of girl. #36| non-fiction| [10.3.17] cover by - @crookednights

Once upon a sleepover before vacations, Bethany Summers and her two friends make a list, a sacred list to help her find a perfect guy. A list of qualities that a boy should not have. And the girls came up with ten things Bethany hated in a guy: 1. No Drinking 2. No Smoking 3. No Tattoos 4. No Arrogance 5. No Violence 6. Beard (No, not even stubble!) 7. In a gang (NO!) 8. Hates reading 9. Poor Grades 10. Born in December Enter devil-esque Brax Weston Hunter. He defies her list, he scares her, he is dark and mysterious, he is exactly what she is not looking for. And Bethany swears not to even talk to him unless Brax ends up saving her life. Presenting a check-list for the kind of boy you should not date. But go tell that to Destiny!

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

❝And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.❞ { 2 0 1 4 © josie nicholson short story. all rights reserved. } edited by the great @iprobablyateit! myself and my readers can never thank you enough.

Only once had she heard him say three words to her; "Take a sip." With a crooked smile plastered on his face, that she'll never come to forget. ➝ Former blurb dismantled ➝ Under major editing ➝ Short story, highest rank : #23 10 • 26 • 15 ➝ # Coffee Shop, highest rank : #1 11 ● 29 ● 19

[Highest ranking yet: #13 in Short Story] Are we friends? No, we're more like pen pals except we don't communicate through letters and we're not pals. I'm slightly offended but I really think we have a connection. Negative, we don't. It's a virtual connection. STAHP. (This story was inspired by real people on Wattpad.)