"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

Elliot and Julia have a complicated relationship. Since they met in the seventh grade, the only heart-to-heart conversations they've had have been strictly over text. But they don't mind this lack of intimacy. If anything, they enjoy it. Don't think that this lack of heart-to-heart conversations mean they haven't had some, how should we say, interesting moments. Such as when Julia lost her virginity to Elliot. Yes, you read that correctly. It's a long story. It was just one time. Actually, it was four times. In one night. Once in the morning too. But it was just on one occasion. Okay, two occasions. It's a really really long story. Basically this is just a long story of two people with a complicated, never fully defined, relationship. Well, it's not exactly the full story. This is just the highlights. *cover by @soundthealarm*

Elle Grayson's guilty pleasure is reading cheesy romance novels. Always has been, always will be. Maybe that's why she's never had a boyfriend - no guy can live up to her expectations of the guys in romance novels. She doesn't think there is one guy that can prove to be even half as decent as guys in books. But when there's somebody set on doing exactly that, things just might start to change. Romance #110 Short Story #23 - May 28, 2014

Ella Maine cannot time travel. All she could do was lie in bed at 12.38 a.m half asleep, counting the dots on the green curtain with her mind already miles away. Ella has no love story to tell, but she's got a heartbreak story escaping her by her fingers. She's not going to tell you a story about how she got her heart shattered to a thousand and two pieces, this is a story of how she patched everything up, sewed it tight and wrapped Band-Aids around her heart. Disclaimer in bold: I wrote this at fifteen so proceed with caution. Or skip to the next books: She Loves You Not/ But I Love You

the story of two teens who kill time. short story; #175 (22nd April 2014) (2014, 2015, 2017)

"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

Sometimes it snows, and sometimes you meet beautiful boys with cameras, and sometimes it snows and you meet beautiful boys with cameras. // #20 in short story //

It was a piece of sea glass.

“Don’t you worry. Next time I will bring my own umbrella so I won’t pester you again.” “You don’t have to bring your umbrella anymore,” he said. My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “But why?” Carl made a sidelong glance as his eyes wandered somewhere in his right direction. He started laughing. It was the same feathery laugh that I heard moments ago. Then he turned to me and wore a beautiful smile in his lips. “Do you know how long I have waited for this opportunity to come just so I can spend this moment with you, under my yellow umbrella?”

What happens when four former best friends are forced to spend their summer together in an old lake house? It's a recipe for disaster, that's for sure. [nanowrimo '15] [cover by justlyd]