A collection of short stories inspired by fallen heroes—those forgotten and those most remembered.

An anthology of Greek mythology retellings in which the Gods realize that they are more alike the mortals than they ever wanted to admit.

This is a story full of journal entries about a boy, no--MAN, with an overactive imagination, unrelenting sarcasm, and very little interest in his history class. This is also a story full of constructive and not-so constructive comments by the tired man who's forced to grade them.

❝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.

"It was a shame, really. What a fabulous sweatshirt, and it was already ruined." Marla Cooper is forgetful. She fails to recall everything from birthdays to the Pythagorean theorem-- and that includes checking her sweatshirt's pockets before she throws it in the washer. After the washers on her dorm floor explode, Marla finds herself relocating to the hole-in-the-wall laundromat, Sheets, for all her laundry needs. Turns out, so does a certain black-haired boy named Haruki Ozawa, the one person Marla couldn’t forget if she tried.

They weren't supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it throws in a couple of new faces that bring you the utmost of joys in the most unlikeliest of places, and every now and then, you'll come across someone who changes you - someone who's genuine and wonderful and full of hope; someone who changes your perspective on the things that you had stored away in the cardboard box sitting in the dark corner of your closet, someone who opens up your eyes to new things; bright and beautiful things that you can't believe you hadn't seen before, someone who's iridescent. And once you meet them, nothing will ever compare.

❝run-on sentence - in which two independent clauses are joined without proper punctuation and conjunctions.❞ Ellie had always been an introvert. She would rather stay home to watch her favorite TV shows, cleaning out a jar of peanut butter and occasionally rereading Pride and Prejudice for the nth time while the rest of the world continued to socialize. Wes had always been good at making friends. He could buy some Gatorade at a convenience store and end up befriending the middle-aged cashier behind the counter or ride the bus and end up having fifty inside jokes with his seatmate before he gets to his stop. Together, they were like a run-on sentence: Two entirely separate thoughts colliding with each other to form a string of words, woven together together to form a chaotic kind of beauty. --- Cover by Kodie (@deadlier)

"As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly." In which Anna writes about a lot of people kissing.

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

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 happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper