As Persephone lay in the cool grass the shade offered her, a chill crept across her body. She wondered if invoking his name would really bring her estranged husband to her as Demeter feared. She was still, her cheek on the ground, her hand pressed into the dirt, her fingers tapping the ground. "Hades..." she whispered. "My king..." All RIGHTS goes to The Super Sass of Fanfic.net https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12951197/1/Sundown

in which she tears herself apart trying to put him back together

A quiet afternoon is infinitely more interesting when you add a young man who claims to be a time-traveler, a half-completed shopping list, and an unhealthy amount of sarcasm. {Written 2014}

"It was a shame, really. What a fabulous sweatshirt, and it was already ruined." Marla Cooper is forgetful. She fails to recall everything from birthdays to the Pythagorean theorem-- and that includes checking her sweatshirt's pockets before she throws it in the washer. After the washers on her dorm floor explode, Marla finds herself relocating to the hole-in-the-wall laundromat, Sheets, for all her laundry needs. Turns out, so does a certain black-haired boy named Haruki Ozawa, the one person Marla couldn’t forget if she tried.

Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

and then he knew it was the time to take the chance he failed to take.

Note to self: Opening a can of exploding soda all over a guy is not, I repeat not, a turn-on. • Sadie Jenkins has never had the best of luck. Ever since she was five and fell off of the pier and into the sea, she knew that she was nothing but a walking disaster. So when Sadie ends up covering the school's 'golden boy' with an exploding can of soda, nobody, least of all Sadie herself, is surprised. But spilling fizzy liquid all over 'Mr Perfect' isn't exactly going to blow over quickly. At least not when 'Mr Perfect' has the personality of a rabid pitbull. • Enter Sadie's world of pranks, sarcasm, and enough bad luck to last a lifetime. {current cover by me}

Thalia Rose has four weeks. Four glorious weeks of friends, family and fa la la's. Four weeks of holiday cheer and hot cocoa and hot boys. Four weeks of California sun and winter freaking break. Except Thalia's got to spend those weeks choosing sides, since her big mouth and bad decisions have landed her in a middle of a feud; a feud between two of her best friends; a feud that she's taken upon herself to fix. So now, Thalia's got four weeks to do damage control. And let me tell you, with boys against girls, Secret Santa's and ugly sweaters, Thalia's about to realize that some secrets are better left undiscovered, and four weeks isn't nearly enough time. Happy holidays? Yeah, right. © charismatize [2013] [completed may 2014]

It was an unspoken agreement between us. Some nights he would show up at my window and I let him in, no questions asked. And the next day, it was forgotten; we just continued on as the strangers we were to each other.