anthology

"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016

Invincible

"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."

He She It

Lilly Martin is not model-material, but Adam Hiller is, and it turns out he likes to wear dresses when nobody's looking, and is in fact not a 'he' at all. When their school announces a fashion designing competition, Lilly decides to kill two (or three) birds with one stone and: 1) Win the fashion competition by making...

HELPLINE

Henry's grumpy. Isaac's lonely. And then Isaac rings the cereal helpline Henry works at, and things get a lot more complicated. [short story - #48, 1st october 2014] [teen fiction - #226, 1st october 2014] PLEASE NOTE: this story is currently being converted from all lower case to sentence case. this might take some t...

a car, a torch, a death

❝the demons sat there waiting on her porch, it was a little dark so we held a makeshift torch.❞ - short story, paranormal, teen fiction. viewer discretion is advised.

Ante Meridiem

A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]

whatever, forever

This is a story full of journal entries about a boy, no--MAN, with an overactive imagination, unrelenting sarcasm, and very little interest in his history class. This is also a story full of constructive and not-so constructive comments by the tired man who's forced to grade them.

twelve tracks

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche /// (c) mockingjayde 2013 (c) respective artists and musicians.

touch

maybe he can help me touch.

collarbones

It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]

perfected.

because we teenagers have been perfected.

Fragments

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