After 11 follows the life of a 17 year old boy named Charlie. Charlie has a painfully below average life, struggling with complications such as self-harm, depression and anxiety, Charlie struggles to keep any faith in humanity. his life is a downwards spiral towards a vacant funeral and a suicide note. All until he meets porcelain. a cancer patient. Love is inevitable and love is infinite. But as they begin to fall into endless oblivions of their fairytale fantasies, both their lives take a turn for the worst. Both broken. Both brittle. This isn't a love story. This is a survival story.

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after these letters, nothing will ever be the same again. (used to be named Thirty Letters) (Inspired by the 30 Day Letter Challenge)

Police officer Tom Bevans is nicknamed the Sad Man by his colleagues. As a Family Liaison Officer he is always the bearer of bad news - it is his job to tell the friends and family of victims the fate of their loved ones. But Tom is weighted down by crimes both old and new - haunted by the death of his best friend Dani, whose murder has never been solved. When a rare opportunity emerges for Tom to take the lead in a horrific murder investigation, he is determined to get justice for the victim. A young girl has been found in her own home, cut so badly - and so carefully - that she has bled to death, leaving a deliberate pool of blood in the shape of angel wings....

It all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their exchange, will they come to realize that there's more to the other than meets the eye? Will they see how much they mean to the other? Or will they finally give in and snip the thread? Can we even define which pair we're watching?