Catching the chickenpox sucks. It also sucks when the class nerd is blowing your phone up with texts like an amateur. The story is told through exchanges of texts, emails and handwritten letters. [updates will be every couple of days] jared: So. . .How are you feeling? 6:34 PM me: i'm still sick 6:40 PM jared: Oh, I'm so sorry! 6:41 PM me: that meant go away 6:45 PM

me: "hi" him: "hey"

first voicemail: i'm sorry for calling right now but i'm in so much pain. and you would always tell me to call you when i wasn't feeling well. last voicemail: goodbye ashton birch, i belive that you will finally be able to rest in peace once your phone stops ringing. 「completed --- highest rank #24」

He wanted to kiss her.

they were always meant to say goodbye. cover made by the lovely bree - @beautifultragedies

Grace and Grant were not meant to be, but there were eleven reasons why he was unforgettable. This is a short story of how she fell for him, and how he let it all fall apart. [ Short Story #39 ]

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

He put flowers on her doorstep for her birthday. Too bad Nina was allergic to pollen. [ cover made by @incendia- ]

a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」

❝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.