"And when I put on your letterman jacket, I still think about you." When Thea Simmons is tasked with writing an article about basketball hero Faust Carter, the story long buried in rivalry unravels, secrets that should've been hidden are revealed, and a simple letterman jacket turns to be a painful memory. And eighty days is all the time it takes. [cover by @cadetcarswell]

lethargy [leth-er-jee] 1. the quality or state of being drowsy and dull, listless and unenergetic, or indifferent and lazy; apathetic or sluggish inactivity. 2. Pathology. an abnormal state or disorder characterized by overpowering drowsiness or sleep.

❝Some people are meant to fall in love with each other but not meant to be together.❞ © tilmorning. Book 1.

[FEATURED STORY] At school, they were nothing. At midnight, they were lovers. Because one minute after midnight... a rich girl and a boy who came from nothing found something they had in common. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #25 |

They reminded me of Peter Pan's Lost Boys, wild and rebellious, but all grown up in a way that could only be described in one word: sexy.

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."

I stepped towards him, the Mate that was to be mine for all eternity. But before I could leap into his arms, he put his hands up, as if to tell me not to do what was an instinct. I held myself back, it confused me that he wasn't standing in front of me with open arms, and he was closed off. Before I could truly grasp what was happening, he said in a low sexy voice that travelled through my body sending tiny shock waves throughout, "I don't want you."

Adrianna used to be best friends with a strange boy she found in her tree house. They were inseparable until one tragic event forces them apart. Ten years later, the boy is a whole different person; he’s a cold, ruthless assassin, and he’s on the hunt for a particular girl. When the mission lands him face to face with a girl he tried to forget…a girl that was once his friend, will he have some pity on her? Or will he fight his feelings? Will he fall in love? Or will things turn into a bitter ending? Copyright © 2014 MidnightStarz

"Why do you call me that?" "Everyone has been calling you Snow Queen since you transferred schools and you're just now asking why?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah, I guess I am." He looked straight into my eyes and said, "It's because you're like snow; beautiful and cold."

*CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING* When Eden is awakened by a late-night knock to her door, she finds herself treating a wounded stranger-Phoenix, one of the mysterious brothers who live across the street. What begins as a single act of care spirals into obsession as Eden is drawn into their dangerous world. As her connection to Phoenix deepens, her once-stable life unravels, and nothing will ever be the same.