With none to share her innermost battle with, Zee writes to a particular Dazel Nutting. Feeling lost, she finds solace in scribbling her 'eventful' experiences into her mails. Getting things off her chest. That's how she calls it. But at some point along the lines she scrawls, she realises that she's lucky enough to still have the brush to paint her future and that if she doesn't pick and draw soon, it'd slip into foreign hands who'd do the deed instead. And mind it, definitely not the way she'd want it. Hope you enjoy, if you choose to give this a shot! :D <| Plagiarism will NOT be tolerated. |>

What's the first word that comes to your mind when you think of waves? Calm? Composed? Serene? For Bree Dazzleton, it's "sadistic." A moment, a snap of a finger, a blink of a second is all it takes to turn your life over. Bree's has turned. The question is simple: With a hand of friendship offered, will her outlook on waves change or not? A small try from my part. Hope you enjoy the story! :D NOTE: This is my book. It's called mine for a reason. Steal it and I promise you'll regret it.

~°°° SHORT STORY/POETRY °°°~ B E C A U S E You're the words left unsaid at 8 PM And the thoughts on my mind at 3 A M And everything else In between. >Extended description inside <

What do you do when your best friend could be the love of your life? Two alarmingly awkward, clumsy, sarcastic individuals bump into one another in a flower shop, and find that they're just as odd as one another. Told through nine moments, this is a story of life, love, friendship, and flowers. {Written 2016.}

As far as lazy roommates go, Death is probably as bad as they come. Rosa Delgada only wants a nice, ordinary weekend. When some guy claiming to be the Reaper comes knocking on her door, any plans of normality are thrown straight out of the window. Now she's got to worry about Death sleeping on her sofa, the forces of evil hunting down her new roommate, and - worst of all - all the post-break-up comfort food she keeps eating. And to make matters worse, Death is almost certainly going to go down in the record books as being the universe's least helpful roommate. He may be a horseman of the apocalypse but he'll be damned if he doesn't do the dishes. But life's going to get a whole lot harder for Rosa. Death's sudden holiday is resulting in some grizzly repercussions, and now all of the Underworld is out to drag him back. There's only so far sarcasm and strawberry ice cream will get you.

A young man and a woman sit on a hilltop, doomed to watch the same scene play out before their eyes again and again. For how long? Until they remember. {Written 2013.}

A quiet afternoon is infinitely more interesting when you add a young man who claims to be a time-traveler, a half-completed shopping list, and an unhealthy amount of sarcasm. {Written 2014}

"Every fairytale begins in the rain." When you run into an old bookshop in the middle of Paris to escape a storm, who knows who you might meet there. {Written 2014.}

She was invincible and unfixable. She was the woman you'd been warned about since you could walk. She was the smile that robbed a million dollars, and twice as many hearts. {Written 2013.}

There is an intangible magic to the secret double-lives of strangers on trains. She spends her journeys gazing out at city lights outside the window of the train. He watches strangers on the seats around him. Two strangers living off the stories of strangers, with only one journey to find their own. {Written 2013.}