a collection of short stories.

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

An anthology on bad verses. (Poetry #1 - 27.6.2016)

Due to the recent death of her closest friend, Diane's summer has started off to be a spiral of depression and despondency. But enter a chameleon and Elijah West, a smart and sassy plot twist who sets out to challenge Diane's monotonous ways and simply change her outlook on life. [spiritual #22 on October 14th, 2015] [short story #291 on July 25th, 2014] (2014) [WATTY AWARDS 2014 HQ LOVE AWARD WINNER] [WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]

nixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.

A story about two girls who are best friends, lovers, and lobsters. All at once.

Rosie Alder-Pembrook isn’t planning on letting her ultra-feminist club get shut down due to the senior class council’s budget cutbacks (and to be honest, it’s kind of killing her senior year buzz). But when it seems that the only way to revive it is to strike a deal with the semi-sexist/mostly ignorant Class Council president, Peter Bevan, to help him fix what he broke with ex-girlfriend/real life Barbie doll, Ella Hall, she’s made to wonder if it’s quite worth selling her soul over. And so, alongside her best friend, (who she’s sure wasn’t always this hot) a group of angry teenage feminists, and the outlandishly willing drama department, Rosie embarks on a mission to reclaim her beloved club – at whatever the cost.

includes comedies, satires, and tragedies.

the story of two teens who kill time. short story; #175 (22nd April 2014) (2014, 2015, 2017)

When Marla Jacobs discovers that the shop next to her Little White Wedding Chapel is to become a funeral parlour, she declares all-out war. Marla’s chapel in the sleepy Shropshire countryside has become a nationwide sensation, but the arrival of Funeral Director Gabriel Ryan threatens everything Marla has worked for. She can picture the scene: wedding limos fighting for space in the street with hearses; brides bumping into widows; bouquets being swapped for wreaths. Marla’s not going down without a fight. She enlists a motley crew of weird and wonderful local supporters, and battle lines are drawn. But, as soon as Marla meets her nemesis, she realises just how much trouble she’s in. His rugged good looks and Irish lilt make her stomach fizz – how is she supposed to concentrate on destroying him, when half the time she’s struggling not to rip the shirt off his back?