in which seven teenagers have fun with bullets and a revolver. @smokable twenty fourteen 23/9/15 - #53 short story

"7:15, that's our time."

"I think that skirt would look really pretty on you." "I-It isn't for me..." "Are you sure? Forgive me; the pink Vans and daisy flower crown misguided my judgment." All Rights Reserved.© WriteDrunk 2014. Completed.

in which luke doesn't smile and michael wants to change that. © All Rights Reserved.

"Isn't that tiring?" He shifted his arm so it leaned on the counter. "You know, never choosing anywhere to stay and building a life of your own?" "I don't mind it, really."

"i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens." (cover by elle)

❝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

"What do you want?" I glared at the blonde boy. "To see if you're okay" He mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. They were full of sorrow and guilt, Like he was actually sad he stopped. It made me even more angry. He broke our promise. "I'm fine. Now stop following me!" I growled. ------> Ever since Grace Jones was thirteen years old, she's been skipping between families. From living with poor old Mrs Skibby in Melbourne, to living with Kelly in Perth. It wasn't that they didn't want her. No, it was because of her severe depression and suicide attempts. So when she moves in with Stella and her family in Sydney, does all this continue? Probably. But then her passed shows up and she's face to face with the one and only Ashton Irwin from 5 seconds of summer. She didn't want him in her life, but he continues to show himself back in. What did Ashton do to make her hate him so much? Why is he so determined to change her opinion about him? Will she defeat her depression? <----- WARNING: This story will contain depression and self harm. If you're not comfortable with self harm then i suggest you don't read this book ok (SEQUEL TO THIS BOOK IS CALLED 6:54) © 2013 by JUMUNJI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"Do you know why I dye my hair?" He asks me. "Why?" I'm still confused, but go along. He scoots closer. "I always thought of my life simply. Like black and white, no happiness, no color. So I like dyeing it." "Everythings better in color, right?" ✂-------------------------------------------------- A story in which two people are in desperate need of color in their life. Short Story #246 / Fanfiction #758 September 7th

❝our story isn't over, it's just forever unfinished.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans