Rhapsody

A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.

multiverse

What if you got to live all your biggest what-if's?

little talks

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

Winter Frost

This is me, putting all my regrets and frustration on here and apologizing to the person I hurt most.

youth

Our memories do not always serve us correctly. But they do serve us kindly.

small talk

includes comedies, satires, and tragedies.

Oh, Green World!

The story of a girl, a town, and the world as they face imminent death.

The Darlings of Suburbia

A story about a girl who sends letters to a neighbor.

Conversations

❝oral exchange of sentiments, observations, opinions, or ideas.❞ a series of unrelated stories told only through dialogue in which two anonymous characters share bits and pieces of themselves with the reader.

sweater weather

♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.

Unspoken

Sixteen-year old Olivia Grey has gotten the idea of writing letters. Every letter addressed to a different person and in those letters she’ll tell all, she’ll be brave and courageous and she’ll get everything off her chest and then when she’s done, she’ll burn them. Why? Because some things are just better left unspo...

Touch

I don't think anything really last. coffee cools cigarettes ends music stops and life simply goes, on. the only thing that really last is his touch. © 2O13 explain All Rights Reserved. ((SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, I'VE BEEN STUCK ON WRITERS BLOCK FOREVER AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO))

illusionists

“ a collection of hallucinations ”

alice

"alice?" he whispered, his voice nervous. "yeah?" she replied absent mindedly, stirring the coffee in the dark red cup with her spoon. "i love you," he said. an uncomfortable silence filled the air. "i love you, alice," he repeated, looking at her. her head was bent as she spooned the cream and only strands of her gin...