dear oliver
dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.
"Why do you call me that?" "Everyone has been calling you Snow Queen since you transferred schools and you're just now asking why?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah, I guess I am." He looked straight into my eyes and said, "It's because you're like snow; beautiful and cold."
❝You have to understand that someday I can't just say hello to you to risk another goodbye. ❞
12 Thursdays, 1 bitchy Walmart worker, and 1 bubblegum boy. [Short Story #25 // Humor #153] // don't read this, iT SUCKS ASS //
I am a guy . And when I find a diary , I intend to read it. So when I found the diary which my best friend who happens to be a girl , keeps. I read it. And it changed my life forever.
"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."
{Watty Awards 2013 Winner} This is simply a story about a lonely girl who finds love. I was inspired to write this because I wanted to know that there are good things that happen to invisible girls like me. I wanted to write Hope for those who seem hopeless. • • • In March of 2013, Letters was #1 in the short story ca...
How to fall in love is never the question but how to have the audacity to confess your feelings is the true question. We are all afraid but this girl is not. She found a unique way to confess her feeling to the one she likes and they share conversations that are not known to others. We learn that love is independent o...
He was her best friend. She was his. He moved away. She forgot for four years. He came back four years later. Things have changed, cupcake.
It was pity that first made Dannie speak to him. She had known Ryan since she was a kid, but he had always been the popular Golden Boy, and she had always been the tomboy that didn’t mind not having any friends. It was odd, she had thought, that all the popular kids who had once kissed the ground he walked on, didn’t...
❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.
Pause for a second and imagine this: the person you love is dying, but you can help. You can give them a few more months to make memories, laugh, cry. But at what cost? (Thank you to @TalatheWolf for the summary)