Short Story written in a fairytale like way. -*- Many do not know how the sun and the moon became the duo it is today, an elder of the kingdom, someone who seems to know more then most, tells the children what many believe to be true. -*-

"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about them and he wants to know more, when the letters stop coming. petekeyaf 2015 ©

sequel to To People Who Leave! Read that before this - - - Loss. It's lonely and it's sad. And it draws people together. Everyone wants to be together. But for Pete There is no one there. He's lost And all his people have left, as well as the autumn leaves. #2 in the petekey tag! petekeyaf 2016 ©

Third book to 'to people who leave.' Mikey's gone and the only thing Pete wants is him back. People may be leaves and can't stay forever but they can't be gone forever either. petekeyaf 2016 ©

Frank's birthday leads him into an unexpected clamor of emotions as he struggles to comprehend his new existence by Gerard's side.

"Do I fear the sleepless nights? You have no idea how long the darkness lasts when you cannot close your eyes to it. For the night is dark and full of terrors." * * * |TW: Nightmares, insomnia, anorexia, intense phobias, blood, mentions of death in nightmares, hospitals|

"Some princes don't become kings." * * * The province of Asturias is in need of a new king. With villagers to care for, mages to train, and a kingdom to protect from the dangers of the Valmead Empire, only a worthy king can safely rule over the magical province. Who would be a better fit for the throne than the king and queen's very own conceited son, Brendon Urie?

"You are never coming home." * * * There are some days in life you'll never forget. Your first date, perhaps, or even your first kiss. Maybe even your first experience with death, because not all of these days have to be good. Some of these days are delightful, filled with joy and cheer, and others are haunting, memorable in the worst ways possible. You try to keep those days away from your thoughts and make sure the happy ones are always on hand, but it's difficult. It's difficult to forget your first heartbreak, or the loss of a loved one, isn't it? Life is so chock-full of surprises for us to experience, and we can't control what kinds of days are thrown at us. But as for me, I'll never forget the day when my baby brother Mikey was drafted into what would soon become the worst and most devastating world war in history.

"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing." * * * The Great Depression was, by far, one of the worst tragedies in the history of the world. People drowned in debt. Banks were ruined. The stock market was broken and unreliable. But one of the only things that kept people going was this new style of music. It was rhythmic, infectious, and something that people had never quite heard of before. So they called it jazz.

The story I'm going to tell you may starts a bit different than usual. It starts with a dead person. The poor boys heart just stopped beating. And at that young age, only 11 years old. The things he could've done in life, uncountable. At that age you don't know who you are, who you'll be and with whom. You can achieve anything you can dream of, write your book to its last page. This boy could barely write chapter one. No one should be in his situation. An innocent child, who's body wasn't even found. Murder? Suicide? An accident? No one knows it, except me. Because well, I'm the dead boy.