Aspen Klaremonte's last day is no more interesting or much more eventful than any other. And when the plane she is on malfunctions, it doesn't seem to change much. It doesn't seem to change her or any of the other passengers, save for their hysterical panic and the fact that soon they will probably be dead. They will be sad victims, so-called tragic heroes and legendary characters people will cry over. But for now, they're just the people on the plane. © ray ling aka tasneem [jupitired] all rights reserved [two thousand & fourteen] spiritual #101 [ 12.9.14 ] short story #433 [ 12.9.14 ]

june 8, 1984. how apt.

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

they were miles and miles apart, with a promise of forever.

"Being reunited with your childhood best friend after eight years apart? Sounds like a heart-warming story. Finding out that said best friend is now a complete jerk who's determined to make your life hell? Not so much." Georgie and Connor were once inseparable. Best friends from birth, they did everything together - well, that was until Connor's dad got a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity and the family was forced to relocate to New York. At age sixteen, Georgie's life is totally different - her main goal being to keep her head down and escape the brutalities of high school with as little emotional scarring as possible. Balancing school, work and her dwindling social life is enough of a challenge, but it's about to get a bit more complicated when her conceited ex-best friend gets thrown into the mix. Maybe friendship should come with an instruction booklet.

The next December, they were apart. [Sequel to December]

They met in December.

Quando Olívia fez as malas para ir à praia comemorar os sessenta anos de casados de seus avós, ela pensou que teria alguns dias para refletir sobre os tropeços de seu relacionamento com seu namorado, tão lindo quanto viciado em trabalho, Téo. Acompanhada por Capitu, sua melhor amiga de quatro patas, Olívia conhece o rapaz quase dez anos mais novo que ela, de cabelos castanhos e barba ruiva, disposto a provocá-la sem qualquer cerimônia: Benjamin. E é ao seu lado que ela compreende, entre outras revelações, que viver é aproveitar cada dia, inclusive os dias de chuva.

"I have never tasted the brightness of yellow, the calmness of blue, the cheer of green or the love of red. I felt something; still do I, but never related to colours. I only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. Oh, and grey. For most of you, it's just a colour but it defines every little thing to me."

“When will we see each other again?” “Well, if its written in your fate line then we’ll see.” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Cover by: @QueenEverdeen