"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

★ ★ "Anything is possible." Magnus and Meredith were more than just best friends—they were partners in crime. Every Friday since they were six years old, they had been going on secret adventures that nobody knew about, not even their mothers. But as the two of them entered their senior year of high school, life started twirling down a different track. Especially for Magnus. Meredith always said that anything was possible, but does that include the possibility of losing your best friend? Magnus recalls this beautiful, yet saddening, final year of high school, four years later. [© lostmemoria]

It takes one finger to knock over a string of dominoes. One mouse to create a magical empire. And just a few words to start something new. Wendy just can't believe the word could be as simple as "No." But apparently, when this word is said at high decibels and paired with a slammed door, anything can happen. Like her Disney counterpart of the same name, Wendy sets her sight on the second star to the right. She plans to go straight on through morning or anything else that gets in her way. Because, who can blame her if she's not ready to grow up?

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and so I will take you through the years of her existence as she contemplates how long it was supposed to be.

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

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