SLASH / The other kind of band slash. One number carved into an Old Navy bathroom stall, one miserable summer at band camp, and two boys to string it all together. Mix and allow mayhem to ensue.

[Slash] We're just two horny teenaged boys. We don't know what the hell we're doing. But that's okay, it's more fun this way.

'Good girls don't grope other good girls. Or bad girls.' When you're stressed, everyone you know is crazy, and you're at war with your homophobic school, playing the flirtation game with your best friend might not be the best plan... FF SLASH.

[finished] everyone needs someone to make life worthwhile.

oneshot : so, maybe coming out in grade nine wasn't the best idea. [ angeline ]

Sofi Parker was anything from ordinary. She was different in ways that she could never describe. But, what happens when she is sent on an incredible journey that reveals 11 others with the same thing in common... the Zodiac?

Two men discuss the concept of time travel.

Pure blind innocent adoration peaking over deep teenagerism...nothing revised about her or the situation. It is what it is.

what happens when you know too much when playing watered down truthordare. little bit o' femslash, but barely. rating simply because it might not be finished.

read.

Flash fiction piece, under 400 words, done for my creative writing class. A photographer's art may not be as innocent as it seems...

And sometimes I wonder why I treat her this way, when I know that in more ways than one, this is like tormenting myself.

Not a great peice, it was for an english class. We had to describe someone close to us. This is what happened.

All writers bleed out their dreams through their pens... In hopes of being heard. Dedicated to all the writers in the world.

um, yeah this is about someone i hate, obviously, um please r&r

Death is such a taboo, and we're so hopeless at breaking it.

Two girls sit by a lake and think about what they would do if the people they knew kissed them. (Slight femmeslash just so you know)

Jay's a beautiful name. I've always thought so, anyway.

A collection of completely ridiculous emo type metaphors, inspired by many, ripped apart by me

[short] Her son might've been lying through his teeth, but at least she knew they wore the same chains.

[Implied Slash] A boy struggles with the insistent voice in his head.

She paints her fingers scarlet, grinning at me from behind the bathroom mirror...

You wanted life to be a little more interesting, didn't you?

I woke up this morning with blood on my hands...

"Today I met God. He was sitting at the edge of a cliff and he said he wanted to end it all: his life and everyone elses too." Based on the paradox of "Can God kill himself." Please R&R. I will do the same.

I stroke her pale, dead skin. Lifeless. I pretend I can feel her warmth; hear the heartbeat I claimed as mine...

My graffiti addiction.

A boy struggles with an eating disorder.

Ever wonder what the guy at McDonalds really thinks?

The musings of a writer.