Phone calls between a girl and her best friend's brother. ~~ Used to be a one shot, but the original story it was a one shot for ('Late Night Phone Calls' by a user named vinyl-) got deleted.

❝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.

Most stories are about people. People who fall in love. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Are they not worth telling too? So this is not a love story. But who knows maybe there will be an essence of romance. But probably not. Because romance isn't real. It's a pass time for the bored. All Rights Reserved.

“You can’t do everything someone tells you to do because you want them to like you or believe you,” he continued following me. “Well what else am I supposed to do?!” I turned on him. “Stand up for yourself; have a mind of your own.” Aislinn was a cheerleader, known by everyone at school, a flirt, popular, and a bully. Over summer break she meets Crispin, a boy all the way from England visiting America on holiday. Crispin with the help of his friend Dylan start to teach Aislinn that life isn't all about being popular, dating a bunch of guys, and most of all, following the crowd. They teach her the finer points of doing what you want and not worry about what others think. That it's okay to stick out from the crowd. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

A short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.

One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4