11:11

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

shades of blue

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Crabs

"Hey Mia?" "Yeah?" "Just making sure you're there." The prologue to Lobsters, showing how Mia and Polly met.

Unsent Messages

There are some things we end up not sending.

She

❝ She is a mystery, so he seeks answers. ❞ © nate k. 2014

burnt out [ongoing]

stories left behind by burnt out souls. [trigger warning: suicide. viewer discretion advised.]

Water Bottles and Crooked Smiles

he's still in love with the ghost of who she used to be, so he goes to find it (really amazing cover by @bateaux)

her pale skin.

she is the reason that my blood remains in my veins.

Depression.

"she is nothing but her disorder." (trigger warning) ... poetry # 174

SWEAT.

❝I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam and no one in their right mind, would make my heart their home. my heart's an autoclave.❞ [oops i deleted some chapters]

Fragmentation

❝ You need to get lost before you get found. ❞ (Lovely Cupids Service present for @xWordsWorthx) © nate k. 2014

death wish || ✔

❝it is certainly unsettling, having a death wish.❞ © shan all rights reserved cover made by @alwaysmoody

backpacks

"i miss you, i love you, and i'm sorry for letting you go." [completed 8/21/2014] © copyright 2014 ~ corpse all rights reserved. ///// highest rank short story #37

delay

A girl. A train. A delay. [Cover made by rigor_samsa]

Her Name Was December

She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling...

Pencil Hearts

They say if you're in a good relationship there's bound to be one or two fights. We had one hundred and twenty-two. Does that mean we're in a good relationship, me and you? © stanzas 2014

Eric and Arielle

a book of letters they have never sent.

Paradise

[COMPLETED] ❝I mean, for all I knew, their mother was a perfectly delightful woman or a nun or something; that didn't make the linoleum sting any less when I fell into an undignified heap in the middle of the ointment aisle of an overcrowded Walmart.❞ Alex spends his life dreaming of escaping. Or something pretentious...

Intricacies

We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

ｄｅａｒ ｏｌｉｖｅｒ

dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]

An Imperial Affliction

My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get hi...

three am.

you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.

I Met a Stranger...

this story is about Corrine Williams who met a stranger in a weird way and made that stranger her enemy,stalker,classmate,friend & lover. But on the day of her 16th birthday everything changed when she had an accident. Will she remember that stranger who became her lover or will that stranger remain a stranger in her...

boy

"i remember." © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2015. N. A. The sequel to 'Boy' is 'Funnybones' and is available to read on my profile.

How I Didn't Get The Romantic Movie Ending

This is your classic boy meets girl story. Vincent is sitting at a coffee shop, reading a book. All of a sudden, Harper walks in, dripping wet from the pouring rain. He offers his handkerchief to her, not knowing that it will be the start of their love story. Vince does all the romantic things, like in the movies. But...

Waist-Deep In Walmart

"As I sat on the toilet, I realized how badass I was being. First of all, I (kind of) broke into Walmart; Second, I was (kind of) plotting to steal toilet paper; and third, I was doing all this while a hurricane was brewing outside." Ellie wanted a quick trip to Walmart to buy some toilet paper for her mom. A minute i...

Flower Boy

"A weed is but an unloved flower." -Ella Wheeler Wilcox Iris was a flower in every sense of the word, beautiful, delicate, loved by everyone in her school. Thale was a weed, reserved, prickly, destroying anything that got in his way. He was the one person she shouldn't have asked to help find the admirer who was putti...

Dead Letter Office, Parish Mail #1

A contemporary southern gothic mystery series about a teenager who discovers a cache of centuries-old letters containing clues to crimes happening in the present day. READERS CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! Parish Mail is written like a TV series–there are over-arching mystery and romantic story arcs that extend between th...

city lights

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...

tuesday lullabies

mar writes on tuesdays, because she's just that fergalicious. ❥ just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have ❥