"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

In which two (and sometimes three) teens reflect upon why love sometimes, and actually, really sucks.

Asymptote- a line that continually approaches a given curve but does not meet it at any finite distance. ~ Suddenly, I say, “This is a supernova.” “A what?” “This. Us.” “I’m still not fully comprehending how we relate to a supernova.” “A supernova is a star that suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass. We’re burning much too bright to last. We simply cannot deny the laws of physics.” “Holden, the laws of astrophysics don’t apply to us.” “Autumn, this isn’t going to last.” “Stop.” “We’re bound to explode.” ~ Holden and Autumn slowly find their paths merging and universes colliding to create something they never even knew was possible. (going to be written in dual POV) (I hope you enjoy)

AnchoredShips quote contest entry. cover by @peterpanner [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]

This is not just a story. This is how you got me falling for you, how you made me happy for almost every microsecond, how you changed my life, how crazy we were being together, and how you managed to break my innocent heart. Zack, this is a story when there was just you and me. Copyright © 2014 by Cynthia Green

she was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.

"Every time I saw him, he seemed so distant, as if he were enveloped in a floating bubble of his own, floating yet drowning in his own thoughts. The sunlight fell on his frustratingly chiselled face perfectly, emphasising his jaw line that was capable of making any girl shudder. His knee was drawn up, and his elbow was resting upon it. And if it weren't for his cigarette hand moving to and fro his mouth, I would have thought of him to be a Michael Angelo statue."

For seventeen years, Henry’s always been content with a cup of tea and a good book. But when he decides that he wants to write one of his own, he realizes he lacks something to write about. So, when the enigmatic Winter McLane transfers to his school, he thinks he may have finally found what he’s been looking for.