THIS BOOK IS PUBLISHED!!!! COMPLETE VERSION IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!!!! "The night I met the Olsons, the family was in chaos." All his mother's life, she had denied the fact of having a son. Except, in his mind, she was right. As soon as Sawyer had the chance, he ran as fast and as far as he could with a backpack and an ambition. He set off, not looking back, sifting through feelings of insecurity. All his life, he had been told he was the criminal, not the victim. Running away was always part of the plan-- as an outcast, it was silently expected. Soon, he finds that leaving his past behind isn't as easy as he thought. His solution to the predicament of his life seemed to enhance his downfall. As he stumbles through the journey, he runs into individuals that seem to have it all together. Now, as his judgement becomes hazy, he begins to see that perfect doesn't exist. And his hopeless case doesn't have to either. *PRECAUTION: this book does have a little bit more of a deeper theme than some of my others. The characters' experiences may be a little excessive in terms of their past. Please keep that in mind before/as you read.* {Started: August 6, 2016 Finished: December 26, 2016} (PC: trilogy || Instagram)

Book 2 (Can be read as a standalone) ❝ He was the mint to her choco chip.❞ She was in love with life, and he was in love with her. #15 in short story. Cover by xFakingaSmilex

"It's not like you could do anything about Milo." "Who says I can't? I'm Batman. Give the signal and I'll fucking be there." A boy with a unique Batman obsession converses with a smart mouthed girl who has a thing for superheroes. + #10 in Short Story (dialogue category) *old story*

❝i've seen you around here a lot.❞ ❝i know this is the best starbucks around.❞ ❝aren't all starbucks the same?❞ ❝no other starbucks has a girl like you.❞ -- just a pinch of love #3 -- #118 in Humor (3.12.15)

One note, two note, three note and more notes from anonymous. *A/N: This story is pretty cheesy! Be warned lol * Amazing cover by @mara_cleia

Sour. Was the first thing that was on Isobel's mind the first time she saw, or rather noticed Trevor. Sweet. There was something about Isobel that made Trevor's heart fluttered at the first glance. Maybe it was the light on her eyes that danced, maybe it was the kind smile, maybe it was her sweet voice. -Or maybe it was from the fact that she was nothing like him. She was sweet. He was sour. -And this is the recipe of sour sweetness, of how sweet and sour came together.

"I may work here, but that doesn't mean I drink coffee." "Why?" "Well, why dont you like cats?" "I'm allergic to cats." "Then, let's just say I'm allergic to coffee." #5 in Short Story [7/15/16] Book Three From Texts and Calls Series © Copyrights Reserved

This was the first short story I had ever written. I think it's pretty decent highest rank: #187 short story as of October 24th,2017 Everett sees the same girl everyday at the sweet shop, at the same exact time and grows curious about her. What happens when he finally confronts her? This is a short story, it will be face paced. WARNING: Talk/action of suicide attempts and hospitals Enjoy :)

❝Hello, I'm calling on behalf of the Anonymous Therapist Program at Moreland Preparatory Academy.❞ ❝You just don't get a hint, do you? I really don't want to talk to you.❞ ❝Gosh, lady, what crawled up your ass? Do you honestly think that I want to spend my Friday night talking to you?❞ ❝Well, you're the one that called me.❞ ❝This is true.❞ ❝So goodbye, for the last time.❞ ••• A short story that alternates between conversations and narrative writing. Extended summary inside.

"Sorry to break it to you, babe," he started as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, placing his lips by my ear, "But you were mine from the moment you said 'I do.'" You see, my life was perfectly normal...at some point: college, work, friends, living off of Ramen and Easy-Mac. It was the typical college life that I'm sure many people have lived. But there's one part of my life that only one in a million people have even imagined. When my pretty-much-forgotten father steps back into the picture, that was when my life took a nose dive to the seventh layer of my very own personal hell. This is the part of the story where I meet some people, old and new, get thrown into a twister of unsettling events, and end up locking lips with a guy that is severely hated from my side of the road. S'not that bad, right? Nope.