Keiji is a mess, because Ada is lying in a hospital bed and he can't do anything about it except talk to a dusty tape recorder.

WE ARE ALIVE AND ALIKE AND SEETHING © 2017 by lee

The beautiful die young.

Where she encounters darkness, she will also find light. (extended summary inside) #30 in comingofage (7.29.18)

Camila Bean is sort of an expert at dating. That is until she meets Laurent King, the boy she inexplicably develops an instant attraction to within their first few minutes of meeting. Because Laurent King does not do love; Laurent King does not date. So what will it take to win over his supposed heart of gold? (Though this has a lot of parts, the chapters vary around 400-600 words and are fairly short.)

"I'm not attracted to you at all, to be honest.'' ''And I don't really believe that's true, to be honest.'' *** Ellie Hepburn wasn't really candid to herself recently. She pretended to be happy and to live a fantastic life, but that was just an illusion. In reality: her life sucked at the moment. Big time. Her parents were in the middle of getting divorced, she didn't really enjoy hearing her best friend and her boyfriend dancing the ''passionate flamenco'' together in a toilet cabin, and she certainly didn't adore her ex-childhood friend- who was now her personal nemesis-, Aidan Knight, annoying the bloody rest out of her. But what happened when she was forced to work together with him in the organisation team for the upcoming school festival and they have to spend, uhm, almost everyday together? Everything seemed to change, Aidan was becoming cockier and cockier (unfortunately also hotter and hotter) each day, and teenage hormones were swirling around in the air like snowflakes on a winter day. Of course, she would never be interested in someone like Aidan. Then again, Ellie Hepburn wasn't really candid to herself recently. Copyright © 2014

❝HELP HELP HELLLP!❞ ❝Hello, this is the Fine Apple market, and no, we are not an Apple knockoff store; how may I help you?❞ ❝Well, someone just stole my phone.❞ ❝Sorry, what?❞ ❝You asked how you could help me.❞ ❝...Oh.❞ ◽︎◾︎◽︎ in which a jittery workaholic who realizes she needs help and an antisocial beach bum who doesn't realize he needs help both find help. short story #22 copyright © 2016 by rosecoloredsoul. all rights reserved. cover by @robinwithouthoodie

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

{completed.} In which four misguided teens struggle to find steady ground of which to be themselves. Told through letters, phone-calls, text messages, facebook inboxes and some narrative. © 2013 imogen timby.