“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.” ― Jane Au...
Darkness, fear, blood and ... death. The ingredients to the perfect murder. I hope that while reading these stories, you get the same feeling I got writing them.
This is for a competition by Rosko (HeyThereSexual) I don't own anything, all the characters are hers and everything else... Check out ''Not Under This Dress'' to understand why everything happened in this little chappie. ;)
Anthony is a cynical, un-trusting and detached teenager whose whole world relies on avoidance. But just how far can evasiveness take him before complication overloads?
What is real and what is fake? New city, new friends, new life, but must he leave his true home behind? Wait? Through how is all of this even connected? What will happen? Why can't life ever be easy?
When the ones he looked up to and depended on faded away, he must find a new path, and perhaps bring together the multiple dimensions of the world.
Welcome to CIA. Faye is about to learn the real meaning of a cliché and who is better to help her along than Ivor?
So tell me what this is about. Insecurity consumes me. I do not need to know where to run. Hiding isn’t an option, it never was. The book of forever. This is only you and me. ‘Who are you and why must you do this to me?’ You do not answer. You never did. In the end, it is only me and myself. Series of related vignette...
When life throws a lemon at you, you throw it back and ask for an orange. She wished she could just do that, but reputation is far more important. Her family never considered her happiness and what it was that she wanted. The only escape Lucretia had, was the World Wide Web.
There is love. There is existence. There is hope. There is complication. Living day after day, we notice as time pass by, but our hearts remain our true home. And we will never let go. This is what life is...or maybe it's just high school.