"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 juve...
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 c...
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 w...
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.