❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

she decided to die on november the seventeenth.

my spoky conversations. © 2014

Two teens unable to participate in gym watch their fellow students from a park bench. One of them eats what seems like a pound of almonds each day. The other wants to know why. [ © 2014 - Samantha Grace. All Rights Reserved. ] Cover made by the amazingly talented Julietta, or, -therapy

"i miss you." © 2016

we can't even

She was there now. A needle in both of their sides. But there was one difference. One of them enjoyed the stinging pain it left behind. {SEQUEL TO "THREAD"}

It all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their exchange, will they come to realize that there's more to the other than meets the eye? Will they see how much they mean to the other? Or will they finally give in and snip the thread? Can we even define which pair we're watching?

We used to spend our afternoons together. Doing nothing. But then you said you couldn't do that anymore. You said you were too busy. But I knew that what you meant, when you said you were too busy, was that you were too cool. All Rights Reserved.