Monroe talks an awful lot for someone who was born without vocal chords and has only one friend who knows sign language. Her neighbor, Remington throws Christmas parties an awful lot for someone who doesn't know the first thing about decorating. They both know that the holidays can be prickly sometimes, but with with each other, they discover that it doesn't have to be that way.

❝ You said g o o d b y e when I was about to say h e l l o . ❞ • • • There's always a certain time and place to say something. The problem though, is that once you let that moment slip away from your fingertips, it's gone forever. And you're left with a wonder of what if. • • • HR | SHORT STORY #659 08|22|15 & #225 11|02|16 • • • before you start reading please read the important authors note chapter ty xx [REWRITTING]

"Hello?" "Is your house on fire?" "No...?" "Man, I thought it was because you're so dang hot." "I think you need to work on that." ... One prank call One girl One guy One great story ********* Cover by RaghaddMurad Highest Rating: #1 in short story

prior to falling. °°° this was written in 2013 for a contest, but I've kept it up for everyone to read :-) I actually won the contest, which even now (over three years later) I am still stoked about,!!

"You're beginning to sound like the person you vowed never to become." This is the story where one wrong decision leads to a dozen of others. Even if Scarlett tries to compensate for everything she's done, it all spirals downward.

dear infinity, if only i had known that you never were. she is perfect, and he thinks it's only fair that he should tell her so in a form of communication that would last as long as her name implied. he wants to let her know that she is his universe, and he is but a small star within it. he doesn't realize how true that actually is. {lowercase intended}

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]

complete // They were like parallel lines. They had so much in common yet they've never met. What started as a forgotten notebook and an incomplete doodle quickly turned into a friendship through a notebook. Question is, will they, unlike parallel lines, meet? ━ https://vivaldings.tumblr.com/WPLI cover: me ━ Short Story #1 Italian version: https://w.tt/2vf5QmC picked for @hepburnettes 12 days to christmas 2016 added to wattpad official account @coffeecommunity 's reading list 26/08/2020 and 06/03/2021