Dear teen love.

Pétalos de Margarita.

—¿Por qué no podemos vivir para siempre? —Nos volveríamos locos. © valeria v. 2014

Her Name Was December

She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling...

Answering Machine

❝ » Por favor deja un mensaje despues del Beep...❞ // En edición \\ © venice-queen 2014

Little Talks

I will always adore you and our little talks, for my heart is yours.

Noah and Leigh

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

Passenger

for as long as anna can remember, every song she has listened to has been overlaid with the voice of boy next door, tobias. in the car, if katy perry was singing firework, toby was too. if the fray was blasting from anna's headphones, she could see toby mouthing the words. but when toby disappears one day without a t...

How to Paint Our Skies

❝When I met you . . . you're the first person in my life, besides my family, that treated me like a regular human being. You're my first friend and my best friend. I would be lying if I said meeting you wasn't most the most important day of my life. And the one that would end up eventually ruining it.❞-Annalise Martin...

J e a n s J a c k e t

[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 |

Dear Mom,

a girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah

Threads

❝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)

The Library Way

Books, books, and unfortunately- more books. With summer vacation ticking away, Russell Caldwell is stuck in the meaningless world of classic paperback novels, and babbling-walking-eighty-year-old-zombies. Nothing can possibly save him from the hell that is Riverway's local library...until he spots a mystery girl. [C...

flaws

❝ you really are wonderful, i hope you know ❞ words exchanged between two friends in times of sadness [ co-written with melina c': ] poetry #2 ( 1 - 8 - 14 )

Paper Planes

One Shot.

58 Days With Parker

Parker is self destructive and withdrawn. Aspyn is bright-eyed and bubbly. Parker and Aspyn are complete opposites. Even though they are undeniably different; something is pulling them together. *** "Smoking kills, you know." "Exactly." He said as he took another drag of his cigarette.

eating flowers

he leaned closer to me in the back of that rusty pickup truck, and smiled. "i love you" he said, gazing into my eyes. "don't lie to me." i said, leaning away from him. "i've never lied to you." "yes, yes you have. you told me i was pretty and i most definitely am not." ✽ she ate flowers because you are what you...

bus rides.

an extraordinary connection in an ordinary bus. cover made by amazing @-therapy

miles and miles

they were miles and miles apart, with a promise of forever.

notes (COMPLETED)

"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."

Nights with Wyatt (Updating Soon)

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.

him her

'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)

Imperfect Pieces

❝perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.❞ We are all imperfect because we're human. It's just who we are- flawed. We can't ever be perfect, no matter how much we try. I accept the imperfection dare. (a collection of short stories) [march 15th...

dear john

lowercase intended.

Dear Dylan

a letter, i didn't know any better

6:42

In every town, there are girls looking for love and boys looking for trouble. On the rare occasion, you might just find the people that are looking for both. Serena Cortez finds herself moving to a brand new town after her father gets a job transfer to Washington. It isn't easy adapting to such a big move; from the sk...

Dear You

It's not rare to find yourself infatuated with someone during the course of your high school years, nor is it hard to confuse an infatuation with true love. What is extremely rare is heading towards your final months of school, yet still having feelings for the same person since the first day of high school. However...

u s e r n a m e

"i miss you." © 2016

ｄｅａｒ ｏｌｉｖｅｒ

dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]

Dear Sky

❝ I'll write to you cause you're the only one who will listen to me without saying a word ❝ [lower cays intended] Short Story #55 12/29/13 Teen Fiction #375 Copyright © 2013 Perspective_

The Record Store;

"You know what stood out to me when I first met you?" He asked me. I shook my head. "Most people who walk in here, I can guess where they'll go. Which genre, I mean. But you, you surprised me." "Why?" I asked. "Because you." He said. "You walked in here with a Fall Out Boy shirt on, and went straight for the class...