Four Realizations

"You have to learn to live, kid, not just survive."

Trigger

Kinsley Adams is finally getting the getaway she's been dreaming of for years. She's moving to her cottage for the summer, three hours away from her home filled with day-to-day madness. Kinsley's had the same cottage for as long as she can remember, but something has definitely changed since the last time she came fo...

Letters

A collection of letters. ~ In which Louise White, a girl going through the stages of grief, writes to her dead loved one everyday, and one day he writes back. ~ ~In which a mother tells her story of falling in an abyss of darkness to her son, who has long forgotten her already. ~

Love in Color

Arsenio Brunetti and Tallie Izer both thought they'd never have the chance to love again. But what if it takes another broken heart to know how to piece the other back together? [Sequel to Live in Color, read that first to understand this story better!]

Relax, My Beloved

"Relax, my beloved. I'll never leave you, even in death," Tamsin promises. "That's what I'm afraid of," I agree. x Wesley Burks' world came crashing down the day he found out that his girlfriend of two years and best friend of four years, Tamsin Long, died in a gruesome car accident. He was sure he had lost all- his...

Young Souls

"Scream, kid. You and the young souls will harmonize in a song of broken youth." [a spin-off to 'Four Realizations'.]

Bigger Than Life

"Even from a distance, Nixon Young has an aura of maturity. The way he carries himself, the rolled back of his shoulders, his tall and confident posture, the lazy way his eyes skim his surroundings- it's hard to explain and to formulate into words, but it just shows. All of Nixon Young screams maturity. It's hard to...

If I Die Tonight

Every night in her sleep, Estelle Swan dreams of dying. Until April 19th of her senior year, when she dreams about the death of a boy she never met. And after that? Estelle never dreams again.

Live in Color

"I'm distracted from the boy I've bumped into when the world around me begins to change. The grey and white I've seen ever since I was born into this world slowly begin to bleed away, like rain drops sliding down a car window, being replaced with bright, bright pigments. They cover everything, bring to life the world...

Finding Ford

Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you kno...