have to surgically remove the other guy

the island of st barths, cradled by the north end of the gulf of the carribean, is a pretty place. on first glance the people who lived there were pretty too - their lips seemed to bulge just as the fruit did, and their eyes caught the sun as did the sea. they were humble, some intellectual, some young, most old. there was a girl called Elodie on this island. Elodie Chantraine. to look at, simply beautiful. it was a pity one couldn't crack open her skull and look inside. perhaps it would have revealed a different story. this story is not one of romance. it is one of Elodie. this story is the exposé of Elodie Chantraine. a sort of coming of age, where no coming of age occurs. a tale of a girl who's beauty has failed her conscience, which has neglected its righteous maturation and left it rotting. to highlight some of her flaws - she is of a girl who is self absorbed, greedy, manipulative, privileged, ungracious, ungrateful, but to the world - perfect. a child who plays with maturity as if it is a toy employed for her will. an intellectual who understands nothing. a story of an antagonist thrust into the role of protagonist. don't let her seduce you. be warned, she's very good at it. oh! just so carelessly good. perhaps if you see past her glistening and sickly beauty and charm, she'll even then able to seduce you with her flaws, and you'll relish in all the terrible in her, terribleness you might remember in yourself, that might sidle and lurk in the moist corners of your heart. • #theLitAwards2019

oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016

"My legs are begging, pleading to leap." © hormales 2015-2016 All rights reserved

A collection of poems released whenever the hell i feel like. did you love me, or am i mistaken? cover creds: @sanyasinghxx

In which two (and sometimes three) teens reflect upon why love sometimes, and actually, really sucks.

in which we observe beautiful couples with gracie.

the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.

in which xavier donahue moves abroad to england to study film, get away from his unrequited love-slash-best friend and start over; meeting a charismatic acting student in a laundromat with an affection for shakespearean plays. ❝ they say; everyone has a story to tell, maybe it's told through the pages of a paperback novel. or a remarkable short story. mine's neither. it's more of an indie film. ❞ 「 extended description inside good morning, sunshine: spin-off can be read as a stand-alone (!!!) copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest ranking : twenty-third in short story lowercase intended 」