He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

They say the hardest part is confessing, but really the hardest part is being rejected. //story idea: @stimulants

❝strikes of lightning, hit the pole, ending life immediately.❞ [ prequel to 'thunderstorms', you don't need to read thunderstorms to understand this, but i highly recommend it. ] highest ranking: #483 under short story

Their love was fire. And fire is catching. It catches onto simple things like material, food, objects. You name it. Their love was set to burn in flames. They didn't feel it physically, but mentally it burned. It hurt. It was worse than any Third Degree burn. Much worse.

he made the loud sound seem like nothing but a distant memory.

in which a popular singer faces abuse and everyone assumes his life is perfect.

❝-if i give you twenty reasons to live, would you stay?❞ © nohanthony 2015 story idea by: michaelclifford

why do you have stiches? because i got them missing your kisses.

❝you're just a bad boy with really good lips.❞ - in which a girl falls for a bad boy with good lips.

short stories based on the songs from handwritten.