After and Before
A journey through the love of a young couple told in reverse – starting from where it all fell apart and ending in where it all began. Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper cover by lydiarse
A journey through the love of a young couple told in reverse – starting from where it all fell apart and ending in where it all began. Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper cover by lydiarse
"How do you choose from three kinds of perfect?" * * * * * Most people know me as the smartest girl in school but my real name is Sara Preston. My life changed when I wore a dress with more sparkle than a disco ball The football captain who was my childhood best friend. An Honors student with the most amazin...
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
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...
Excerpt Still carrying the small A5 book, I edged towards my front door and opened it. And there he stood, wet hair plastered to his head and dripping clothes clinging to his body. He stepped into the house and out of the rain so suddenly, I took a step back. He grabbed my waist and my neck, drew me towards him and s...
Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all hap...