There was a new girl on the bus. Everyday she sat by herself in the left emergency door seat, and didn't say a word, instead she wrote. As the bus shook and the tires squeaked, she wrote. As the people filed out and the chatter faded, she wrote. Until she was the only one left, till the bus rolled to a stop in front...
because, i think, we're all just a little broken. poetry #44 - 03/21/16 gorgeous cover by @mountainy
poetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy
A smile crossed Death's cold, skeleton face. "Looks like you're out of a job," he told her. The angel looked up at him, shocked. "I-it's not as easy as it looks," she insisted. [A compilation of short stories that are sometimes about life, but mostly about Death.]
I found this book. It's for dead people. Yeah. I'm a little worried. A short story about what really happens when you die. A Wattpad 'Featured List' story and winner of the 'HQ Love Award' in the 2014 Wattys! I hope you enjoy it! If you do, please check out my new short story collection for Kindle, 'The Good Death G...
Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all hap...
