War breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said here. STARTED: The second of January, 2018 COMPLETED: The sixteenth...
"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist. How old are you?" "Um, I don't think it'd be the greatest idea for th...
"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of charge." "I'll take what I can get." ...
* FEATURED ON @WattpadPoetry * A Haiku and Senryu collection. "All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe
Poetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles
Tale as old as time. Instagram: tearainandlove Highest ranking: #1 in Short Story (July 13, 2015) Highest Rankig: #132 in Romance
the absence of capitalization is intentional. letters to lee., is a short story collection, exploring the depths of love, loss, and the inter-webs of a teenage mind.
Ten days, ten memories. Ten memories that will pull at your heart strings, make you tear up, and want to scream at the world all at the same time. cover by @BreeRathbone
[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a...
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
"We called it zero o’clock. Because to us time wasn’t about the number, it was about the feeling. And zero o’clock was the feeling of not being able to sleep but at the same time not caring. It brought this weird ataraxia and for some reason we liked it." His name was Finn, and his biggest flaw was himself ...even tho...
He was a boy who liked smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. She was a girl who liked the smell.
