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)]
He was the epitome of a bad boy. She was just there, just existing. It was just a coincidence.
A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
Music:ON World:OFF Welcome to Syrus. Please pick up your complimentary pair of headphones at the gates. Plug them into your mandatory devices and skip to track four. Listen and enjoy. Cor's world is filled with notes and pitch and tone. Twenty three hours of the day she is hooked to the music mandated by the Serial Se...
❝My mind is a palace of fuckery; welcome to the madness zone❞ This is not the story of recovery. This is not the story of perfection. This is not a story of revenge. It's simply a palace of fuckery and emotion. cover made by @trillest
Two teens forgotten by the world kill time together. {Copyright © 2014} {completed} Short Story #71 / Romance #317
❝ You smoke Marlboro Lights?❞ he asked her, She nodded. ❝It's food for anorexics like me ❞ #408 in Short Story - 3/31/15
"My old man he, he is just that. Mine. Mine. Mine. And I know that might be childish and that might be because I am a child but that doesn't matter. Not to him and not to me. Because we love each other and that's all there is to it, really. At least to us, the others might think different. So I keep it a secret, us a...
She, trapped in an abusive relationship. He, desperate to save her. She, blinded by a sick kind of love. He, dying to take her away from all the pain. She, who's got to believe she deserves that life. He, who only wants her to be happy.
❝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.
