|| Highest rankings: #1 in notfittingin (30/03/19) #9 in antibullying (25/05/18) || - COMPLETED - Enzo knows that he is different. He knows it in the way that people look at him. Talk about him. But Enzo isn't normal different. He is different different. Wrong different. He doesn't feel like other people do. In fact, he doesn't feel at all. Born without a heart, he is incapable of being anything except what he is - heartless. But Enzo is desperate to show that he doesn't need a heart to live his life. That being ordinary isn't - and never will be - all that it's cracked up to be. Cover by @11stones

Twenty-five-year old Gunner Shaw is a drug addict, and his girlfriend is hopelessly drowning in the sorrow of raising their daughter without his support. From one high to the next, and from one job to the next, it can only be so long until one of them caves. As the New Year peaks over the horizon, stages of withdrawal rise, old habits resurface, and dangerous feelings begin to shadow everything they've known. The chances of redemption start fading away with each passing day, leaving them with choices that ultimately change their definition of home and the fight for family.

error 666 teenage minds out of control.

LIFE IS ALL BUT A FAIRYTALE IN WAITING In which Beau Minders inability to think for himself lands him in legal hot water, and the only way for him to drag himself back to safety is in playing the lead role in his local town play alongside the very distracting, and very emotionally confusing, Spencer Fox. 25-09-2019 to 22-02-2023 EDITING: 2025

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

On depression, and recovery. ❝Perhaps this is our kingdom, perhaps our crowns are the green specks of light that fall into our hair. And perhaps this is our fantasy, and perhaps we have no crowns but collars, collars that bind us to our differences and drive away the threat of being alike. Or perhaps we have both crowns and collars. Perhaps these two are in a constant war against each other, just as we are all in a constant war against ideals.❞

The death, the life, and the recounting of Juliet.

my parents don't know what's gotten into me since i've met you.

oh, romeo!