Oscar & Finn 'Courage'- a mental health support group that meets every Tuesday at 7:50pm, without fail. It's there to help you through the good, the bad, and the ugly; no matter the circumstances. At least that's what they advertise; I don't believe a word of it. So, when Sargent Corry forced me into signing up, it's safe to say that I wasn't impressed. Tucker, my dog, is all the help I need- not some condescending councillor telling me how to feel. My name is Oscar Toland, second lieutenant in the British Army; this is my story.

Lucas and Aaron There once was a boy, who used his fists in times of rage- he didn't know how to communicate with people of his age. His parents couldn't understand- they wouldn't even try- and pumped him full of medicine until he'd learned to cry. This boy has just moved out- 18 and living free- but suddenly there's a knock on the door... Now, who on earth could that be?

Chronic fatigue syndrome is a state of profound fatigue that is not improved by bed rest and that may get worse with physical or mental activity. This fatigue significantly interferes with daily activities and work. I have that syndrome. My name is William Elijah Brookes and I haven't left the house in over two months. My closet consists of comfy clothes and socks, along with several pairs of slippers. My closest friend is my older sister, who brings me chocolates, teddies and house plants to dote on. I am a CFS sufferer. I am The Pajama Kid.

Let's get one thing straight: satin is NOT silk. Don't be fooled by its flimsy ability to reflect light, so glossy that it's blinding and migraine inducing. If there's one thing Alex Han knows, it's that satin is made up of 100% polyester, lies, and betrayal. It's his eighteenth birthday and all he wanted was to enjoy the pleasures of being adorned in a dainty silk ball gown. You could imagine the anger he felt when his mandatory tailcoat and pleated pants for the night were made purely of the dreaded devil's cloth. But hey, maybe this was the world's cruel way of telling him that he truly was what he wore. started | 12.29.19

Isaac Harley is Eton's devilish delinquent, and Josiah Beckett's the pretentious prefect. At least, that's what the two have always presumed of each other, their true selves buried under a facade and hidden like a sin. Neither one would've ever guessed that all it took was one fateful night, one of hazy minds and absolute misery, for their masks to slip off. For them to strip each other completely bare--naked in body but more exposed in places unseen. Neither one intended for this night to happen--raw, wanton, burning hot. Neither one was prepared to touch the untouchable. 05.05.19 - 11.17.19