η. olive juice [ol-iv-joos] a term commonly mistaken for the words "i love you" when silently mouthed to another * * * Four people. Two boys. Two Girls. One year. A Companionship. In a society where prejudice and exclusion are the roots of all evil, Olive rotates through groups of four called Companionships every year. Befriending the randomly assigned Companions in your group is expected. Befriending anyone else, the Outsiders, is punishable by death. But, when Olive meets a boy outside of her Companionship, she starts to realize everyone should have a choice.

"Your name's Anna and you're an anesthesiologist?" "Yes." "That's punny." "I can't wait to knock you unconscious." +++ Anna is an anesthesiologist. She's surprised that people laugh at the phonetic connection between her job and her name. She's even more surprised when one of her patients wishes he doesn't wake up right before she sends him under. And when he wakes, he says he could bear living another day if it meant staying with her, which leaves Anna wondering if he's just delirious or serious...

In which a Subway worker teaches her customer the real reason why people use condiments

Kill me. I was listening to Photograph by Ed Sheeran and though, "Hey, why don't I write a YOI fic where one of the characters in one of my ships dies and I write about their partner's reaction? Yeah, that's a great idea!" (note the sarcasm) I'm also procrastinating on Civic's work, so I decided to sit down and write the entire story.

A young man and a woman sit on a hilltop, doomed to watch the same scene play out before their eyes again and again. For how long? Until they remember. {Written 2013.}

As far as lazy roommates go, Death is probably as bad as they come. Rosa Delgada only wants a nice, ordinary weekend. When some guy claiming to be the Reaper comes knocking on her door, any plans of normality are thrown straight out of the window. Now she's got to worry about Death sleeping on her sofa, the forces of evil hunting down her new roommate, and - worst of all - all the post-break-up comfort food she keeps eating. And to make matters worse, Death is almost certainly going to go down in the record books as being the universe's least helpful roommate. He may be a horseman of the apocalypse but he'll be damned if he doesn't do the dishes. But life's going to get a whole lot harder for Rosa. Death's sudden holiday is resulting in some grizzly repercussions, and now all of the Underworld is out to drag him back. There's only so far sarcasm and strawberry ice cream will get you.

A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19632442-reaper-man] Copyright S.Ranasinghe 2013 HG Wells Short Story Competition [shortlisted]

❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]

Hey dad, Why did it have to end like this? 1/17/17-2/21/17 Order: Hey Mom Hey Dad Hey Mom, Hidden Moments

Why'd you let it take you, mom? Why'd you have to go? 1/13/17-1/17/17 Order: Hey Mom Hey Dad Hey Mom, Hidden Moments