We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

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 single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

here you'll read the more morbid side of the holidays. that isn't mentioned in the small print. (for a secret santa service) All Rights Reserved.

A young man and a woman sit on a hilltop, doomed to watch the same scene play out before their eyes again and again. For how long? Until they remember. {Written 2013.}

Most stories are about people. People who fall in love. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Are they not worth telling too? So this is not a love story. But who knows maybe there will be an essence of romance. But probably not. Because romance isn't real. It's a pass time for the bored. All Rights Reserved.

This woman could have been a spy, a duchess and the lover of a young cameraman all at once. She was a conjurer of a thousand stories, each unique to every observer; the elusive face behind any tale you put to her. {Written 2013.}

A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19632442-reaper-man] Copyright S.Ranasinghe 2013 HG Wells Short Story Competition [shortlisted]

Suicide. It's a harsh term, don't you think? Winter Kingswood is a snarky introverted musician and artist, Autumn Brooks is a bookworm and nerd, Summer Sommers is the badass chick with sarcasm as a first language, and Spring Garcia is the popular, preppy all-around nice girl. Four different lives, four different personalities. Four different stories. After the shocking suicide of Isabelle Nicks, a girl who all four of the girls once knew, their stories intertwine when they try to find out the reason beyond the sudden death. Stuck with the clues behind her death that she left, the four girls reluctantly combine forces to find the answers they desperately seek. And what they find shakes their worlds for good.