Ari likes to believe she's hardcore and all that. And Mika, well, she's actually more hardcore than Ari gives her credit. F/F

A motivational speaker visits a high school. Does he fail or succeed in his goal?

Susan owns a sex shop. Lindsay likes to pretends he's an alcoholic. Colby thinks he's dying. Mae lost her virginity four years ago at her mother's funeral. Magenta only dates guys who drives motorcycles. All of their lives are connected.

You are my little charade...

Mix redbull and gin, drunk on your seventeenth birthday.

Written shortly after the new year, it is fitting that the protagonist is forced to face a decison. But like all change, the result takes time. This is only the beginning.

The narrator is somewhat delusional, but he begins his story regardless. The two protagonists both want something from each other. Yet both of them think as the other as the innocent one when in actuality they are more alike than they think.

Playing word association with a shaman.

A combination of a late bus, inappropriate vegetables, a silent Duck with purple converse, and a protaganist named Linda.

The not-so-amazing but rather strange story of how five friends meet, steal things (sorta), question their sexuality (or lack thereof), save someone, find a job (you call that a job), and maybe even fall in love.

A combination of night, water, and love.

I never wanted it to end like this. Her, dead? No, it wasn’t on my agenda. I- hold on. I need to start from the beginning.

At 3:01 the law suit began...

She couldn't see. He couldn't hear. And yet, they reached a harmony.

Carmen's mental strength is deteriorating. To help, she seeks a relationship. A relationship which is just as much, if not more, screwed up as her.

Logic is not a law. Songs not merely for the kind and naive. Love not only for those absent of hate. Even perfectionists cannot rid themselves of guilt.

And here the Devil grinned. “You always were the smart one, my little Eve.”

You see, to get into the club, you can not have a race. You simply can not have one. And yeah, that’s how elite it is.

I was told never to open the door to the tower room. But then I fell in love with its inhabitant...

In the world there are four tokens. Each of these so-called tokens embodies an emotion; love, hate, sadness, and happiness. How this came to be? Well, I’m not exactly sure. But what I do know is that for some reason we ended up in the same high school.

Welcome to Warui Maejirase! We are a heavily praised tourist shop and are ready for all your tourist needs. Please don't mind the dust...

Harmony stands at the podium, preparing herself to read this poem to you.

Walk up those stairs, I dare you.

This is organized chaos. A pleasant nightmare. A tormenting lullaby. A blissful depression behind comforting prison bars.

My brother was smart, had a lot of friends, on the football team, and was always nice to me. And I was cute in the five-year-old sort of way. But then it all changed...

How do you describe this without seeming crazy? How can I even begin? Well, first of all this isn’t normal...

When the clouds opened up and ate the sun everyone ran away... But somehow, somewhere, someone stood alone admist the patter of the rain.

Krayon considers the connotations of communism. He concludes with an utopia.

I do not like squash, but, perhaps, squash does not like me. But it is mine...

I didn't really want to shatter the memory of his best friend, but I didn't have a choice. His friend was not the martyr he thought him to be...

Meet Skye; the outrageous, spontaneous, and maybe overly flirtatious girl. But then meet Hunter Blaze, cop, who is looking for a missing person. And that missing person was last seen with Skye. Or perhaps I should call her Widow?

There's a world in my closet. Now, to those of you uneducated in the fine art of world keeping, let me explain...

The King, who happens to be his father, and the rest of parliment order Calhoun to be sent to Efune. Efune, the King of the underworld, the destroyer of fates, the leader of death and darkness...

If anyone were to ask me that very moment about you I would have said that I hated you. And it would have been the truth...

"Erase," It whispered contently... and that was exactly what it did.

I don't know how the conversation started. He noticed me crying and asked me what was wrong. I told him that he was too young and wouldn't understand. How was I supposed to know that was the wrong thing to say?

He had cheated on her many times before, and she had forgiven him every time. But this time, something's changed...

Stuck in prison walls, locked up because of individuality. That's what Ciara says. But perhaps there's more to her story than she's telling...

You climb out of the pool, dripping wet. His body comes to the surface...Now it’s floating.

Clarence Pudding is out with his friend Muka Muka (who happens to be a termite). They are out on the ocean with nothing except a few packets of instant rice pudding. They are hunting ships...

I hate this. When it strikes I can't hide. I'm not scared to face it... but I don't want to face it alone.

And there's blood on my hands...

Looks like someone warned the police of another jumper. When they asked me if I had seen anyone else around I told them no - only me.

I Bet you've heard this story before, I bet you think she commited suicide - you do, don't you? Well, you're wrong...