In which a sarcastic girl with a secret fear of touching meets a rebellious, lilac haired boy who can't seem to keep his hands off her. (last updated 2020)

"So since you left me when I needed someone, you now get the agonizing pain to hear me talk about my problems and how I need someone, but most of all you. Are you ready?" © xlonglive. All rights reserved. #125 short story #309 fan-fiction

The story of two teens in a suicide recovery club. By @woowoowriting (who writes for Theo) and @_animus (who writes for Noelle).

Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

A newspaper company worker is taken back by a sudden out burst of action from another employee. He seems to always be there when she needs it most but yet he pushes her away. She falls along a wandering path trying to put together pieces.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

[ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ] ❝ I always used to love November But now it always floods with rain Oh how can I forgive? Those words will stain forever ❞ Eve has planned so much for her future with the person she truly cared about, but who knew that November is going to be the worst month of her life? Who knew, that she’d suffer for over two years? No one. For her, November seems like a month of bad happenings. Niall, on the other hand, thinks of November as a month. A simple month that makes everything different because it’s closer to Christmas. November is also a month for him and the lads, to have a break and actually focus on themselves not just touring.

It was an unspoken agreement between us. Some nights he would show up at my window and I let him in, no questions asked. And the next day, it was forgotten; we just continued on as the strangers we were to each other.

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❝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.