They say love isn't easy. Death sure as hell isn't, either. Teen Fiction #308

Skylar Keaton doesn't believe in miracles, or God, or anything else that isn't scientific fact, so maybe that's why Halley Demarco was able to turn Skylar's life upsidedown. She wasn't a miracle, she was a comet.

When faced with a time loop, an adorable boyfriend, and impending death, you can, may, and probably will experience crazy stuff. But that's good; crazy is good. It means that something's going on. And that's what we need to have a story.

"一who said anything about the boys section?"

Marigold speaks on spontaneous human combustion.

❝and yet i pretend not to know why your image is painted in my eyes.❞ poetry #216 [© afterwords 2015]

Lilly Martin is not model-material, but Adam Hiller is, and it turns out he likes to wear dresses when nobody's looking, and is in fact not a 'he' at all. When their school announces a fashion designing competition, Lilly decides to kill two (or three) birds with one stone and: 1) Win the fashion competition by making the best dress Edgley High has ever seen. 2) Help Adam (who prefers Eve, thank you very much) come out as the girl she is. 3) Annoy the bigots. (cover by @inevitxble)

"You're just a crusty old white guy with a five o'clock shadow and a savior complex." "...And gifts! Don't forget I brought gifts!" Lucy is and her family are skeptical when their patriarch, Dr. Forrest Darling, returns home after five years abroad from practicing medicine to celebrate the 25th with them. She's even more skeptical that Casper, a boy with defunct lungs and a zest for Christmas, can get her excited about the impending holiday when her father is looming over her family like a ghost that's come alive. But hey - miracles do happen.

[COMPLETED] ❝I mean, for all I knew, their mother was a perfectly delightful woman or a nun or something; that didn't make the linoleum sting any less when I fell into an undignified heap in the middle of the ointment aisle of an overcrowded Walmart.❞ Alex spends his life dreaming of escaping. Or something pretentious like that.

365 ways to say "I love you" * * * * * * * * I'm a shmuck, guys. I'm that loser who thinks love is what makes life worthwhile. But yeah, here's another story about cute nothings that are everythings really and I should just click save before I make you vomit rainbows