"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."

WHAT IT TAKES TO RESCUE THE PLANET: one very potent unseeing sorcerer, one botanist doubling as a syndicate branch affiliate, one particularly curious, fair human sidekick, and a knack for magical ass kicking.

"Sorry--Annie's a bit busy trying to figure out her life at the moment." After high school and a long list of denied college applications (and one too many headaches), Annie Horne has just about had it with trying to meticulously plan out her life down to the very last detail. And in lieu of a college education, she decides to pack up her things and move north for the year to work for her uncle's book shop in his small New England community. But it's been years since Annie's actually visted him, and the community has certainly changed since she was younger. And in a town that actually reads, manning the phones at her uncle's shop can be quite the task for an eighteen year old. But when her uncle enlists the part-time help of Theo, the obnoxiously excitable neighborhood paperboy, Annie finds her job to be a bit more complicated than she'd anticipated.

There is an intangible magic to the secret double-lives of strangers on trains. She spends her journeys gazing out at city lights outside the window of the train. He watches strangers on the seats around him. Two strangers living off the stories of strangers, with only one journey to find their own. {Written 2013.}

"We could fly to Berlin, Tokyo or Jamaica. We can go where you want, say the word and I'll take ya. But I'd rather stay on the sofa, with you." Summer time means vacation; three months of new discoveries, thrilling adventures, wrinkled maps to be pried open, and gorgeous foreign countries to explore. When Kira Walker is left defeated by the fact that she won't be going anywhere extravagant for her summer vacation for the umpteenth time out of her seventeen years of existence, her best friend, Xander Harrison and his remarkable talent with words just might save the day. Through Xander's beautifully crafted tales, the pair embark on adventures which evolve around unique encounters and quite a few mishaps. Kira and Xander find solace with each other’s company as they voyage the world through the remarkable power of words from a faded old sofa. Cover credit; morstan

Summer is the busiest time of year in Tippington, but Lee has found herself (almost) completely and utterly alone. Her mother hardly counts as company since her dad left, her friends are either halfway across the world or otherwise inaccessible, and her long distance relationship is breaking down faster than a soggy biscuit in lukewarm coffee. Desperate to escape the smothering silence that has crept into her house, the job advertisement in the grocery shop window for a waitress at Scoop’s Sundae Parlour is a blessing in disguise. At least until she discovers exactly what a job at Scoop’s actually entails.

This woman could have been a spy, a duchess and the lover of a young cameraman all at once. She was a conjurer of a thousand stories, each unique to every observer; the elusive face behind any tale you put to her. {Written 2013.}

What do you do when your best friend could be the love of your life? Two alarmingly awkward, clumsy, sarcastic individuals bump into one another in a flower shop, and find that they're just as odd as one another. Told through nine moments, this is a story of life, love, friendship, and flowers. {Written 2016.}

"Hey there Delilah." "Yes Nick. That just happens to be my name." "What's it like in New York city-" "I don't know what's in like in New York city." "Oh Delilah-" "Nick, shut up." "Make me." Delilah Devine hates her name. Absolutely loathes it. Maybe if it had been something else Nick Popper might stop singing in her ear. {a story written in conversations} (cover by @dripdrippitydrop)

In which a boy tries to catch the attention of a girl he likes, by sending her notes. • • • • highest ranking: #eighty in short story