The story of two teens in a suicide recovery club. By @woowoowriting (who writes for Theo) and @_animus (who writes for Noelle).

Norah Appleton has a rather odd problem. She can’t seem to sit down and study for her life, and it’s not even like she has the slightest signs of ADHD or dyslexia. She just cannot study. When she looks at the words dully carved into her physics book, all her mind can wonder about are tales of Greek gods which, from her perspective, are ‘hella cooler’. Emmet Lieber, for the first time in his seventeen year old dry life, has made a new friend — a new friend who can’t even register the beautiful words of education. And if the so-called new friend isn’t even a B grade student, then it’s a definite ‘no no’ from Emmet’s overly uncompromising parents. A story of one boy, one girl and loads and loads of undisclosed words scribbled on educational books as one of them tries to school the stupider just for the sake of keeping his foremost friendship — and maybe, just maybe, a few undisbursed kisses that has nothing to with The Laws of Refraction.

i don't like company.

a short story based on a song of the same name. cover by @fightclubs

'Watching your brother go down for rape sounds like a difficult task, right? Try being the girl in the witness stand, the victim.' Most people ignore Kat Price and go straight for her perfect, confident and attractive older brother, Finn. The day that Finn goes down for rape, Kat's in the spotlight, Kat's the one with the answers. She also just wants to be left alone, remain invisible and live happily with her mum and her horse without the gossip and drama. So, what happens when a brooding boy with beautiful eyes and a love for horses is thrown into the mix? Eli is the proud new owner of Finn's old mare, Tempest. He doesn't know about Kat's haunting past or why she's so skittish. All he knows is that he's desperate to help. Headstrong and broken is how Eli describes Kat when he first see's her. But is her past too shattered and her heart too destroyed for Eli to fix?

"If the world can't handle the truth, give them a spectacular lie." Bitch. That's what they called me at my old school. I disagree: I'm just brutally honest, that's all. Some people don't like honesty. Exhibit A: Matthew's family. None of them want to acknowledge that their Golden Boy is gay. Exhibit B: My Mother. I only told her the truth: that she was a crappy parent who never should've gotten knocked up in the first place. But she was so offended that she shipped me off to my fabulously wealthy father and his walking-billboard-for-plastic-surgery of a wife. So I devised a brilliant plan. My new friend Matthew was sick of hiding his sexuality. I was tired of obnoxious rich boys hitting on me. So why not pretend to be dating? He wouldn't have to answer uncomfortable questions anymore, and I'd enter my new school as the girlfriend of the star quarterback. It should be easy, right? Of course, I didn't plan on falling for Matthew's brother.