"I heard you get butterflies in your stomach when you fall in love, or have a crush on someone. I've never experienced it so I didn't know what it meant, until now. My stomach is fluttering and my heart is not beating at normal rate. How did this happen so fast?" - When Joselyn moves to Sydney, she has to leave every...
“You know I’m scared of storms,” he told her. “I know,” she whispered, completely oblivious that for him, she was the scariest storm of them all.
"It's amazing how wrong you can be about someone" WARNINGS: Language, Suggestive scenes and abuse This is not a love story, it is a story about love and losing it BOOK 1/3
he was an writer and she an artist. he was older but she didn't care. he was the most beautiful person she'd ever seen and her obsession was greater than either of them could imagine
in which two childhood mortal enemies makes the situation turn into something neither one of them never expected.
"I know what you want from me." He says smoothly with his thick, husky voice. He walks forward, his lips now brushing against my ear. I breath in heavily and nod. "You want me to help you piss off your parents." (alternate universe) all rights reserved. copyright © 2014
"i just want to help her, but i don't think she wants to be helped." ashtoniwrins ©
"she made hell feel like home." a story in which a boy writes letters to his dead best friend. [book two in the solar series] ©walkways [lowercase intended] ****THIS IS BOOK 2 THIS IS BOOK 2 PLEASE READ BOOK ONE !!
COMPLETED | PREQUEL TO SNOWFLAKES | Promises were meant to be broken, after all.
"you are the stars and the sun and the moon and the clouds but you are also the rain and the thunder and the lightning." a story in which a girl writes letters she will never send to a boy she could never love. [book one in the solar series]
through her scars, he counted the times she needed him and he wasn't there. there were eleven.
In which two teenagers find love in the warm summer days, and cool sweater weather nights.
"You know you can trust me." "I can't just trust you, it doesn't work that way."
how do you get clean without losing what you love? {currently on hold, being re-written and revised. teen fiction}
"Hello, this is the rejection hotline. The person who gave you this number just isn't that interested, so move on. If you feel like ranting to someone, press one to speak to a live representative. But otherwise, get a grip, they were out of your league."
alright, students. your final project is due a month from today. i'd like you to take a picture of the most beautiful thing you can find.
