Determined to put the fear of God into the racist homophobe who messed up her best friend, mild-mannered Jane Hazelton resorts to hiring a thug to do the job. Trouble is, said thug isn’t interested in money, he’s interested in her. **COMPLETED**

[Slash] Years from now, when people ask us how we met, I'll say that it all started when I was kidnapped by a bus. But, realistically, I doubt I'll live long enough to tell anyone about what happened.

mxm, slash Ben is a triplet who must take care of his psychologically challenged brothers, from love lives, to auditions, to tetris addictions, while also coping with his own disorder: inanimate objects talk to him.

Sam is sent to a prison where the guards are as bad as the prisoners and violence is accepted. SLASH

I swear. A/N: This fucking collection is so embarrassing. OMG.

Meet me - David – a jittery student nurse who thought entering a roommate carer scheme was a brilliant idea. Meet Ryan – skate-punk extraordinaire with a penchant for chucking himself off vert ramps. In his wheelchair. Oh Lordy, that's got to hurt. Slash

After the neighbor boy licks him, Dakota doesn't know what the hell to think anymore. MxM

[Slash] I don't care how many math problems he missed in grade school because he could only count to eight on his fingers, because he's the hottest thing I've ever seen. He'd just better keep his disfigured hands off of my best friend.

Max spends his Saturday nights passed out in bars around the city, and his Sundays are lonely and about as pleasant as a gun to the head. slash, one-shot

Revisited. I'm updating as regularly as possible. These are just thoughts that run through my head really, rather than a story. Chapter 1 is the story, the rest is my diary.

Welcome to the teenage wonderland: everything from rebellion to self-destruction to, worst of all, love. Fifteen-year-old Allison Moss doesn't stand a chance. Or does she?

This is the old version of Everything Else.

and as you threw up barriers, i threw up.

just a progress report in collection form. c: read and review!

plaster and peeling paint.

REMOVED. He was gasoline, I was spark, and together we set the world on fire. And that's only a partial metaphor. Think of all the trouble you can get into when you don't believe in anything and then strike a match.

he thinks he can fly.

Never in a million years did adequately named ‘suicidal boy’ think he would be saved by some random freak he kicked in the face who liked to pretend he was a wizard. For freak-of-spade’s December challenge! One-shot, Slash. MxM.

I liked you because you were stupid and that made me look smarter. You went for me so you could cheat during exams. We had sex and got caught, your hands on my boobs. We have two kids, one of which, apparently, developed HIV. At the age of two. one-shot.

your punk-rock-rebel sharpies tucked in to bad-boy faded jeans. &you wonder why they don't kick you out.

Making art in the park, I glue three spoons, an aspirin cap and the unlucky side of a penny to a burlap sack. “More neon” intones John Leguizamo.

Not every cage is made of steel; not every asylum is inescapable. Rated for graphic imagery.

She pops pills like he smokes cigarettes, and, really, it's no wonder they were such good friends.

and success, at conversation, and something better.

How does one describe music as more than just a sound? A freeverse poem full of my love for music. Please read and review if you like music too :

A father's thoughts on his daughter getting older. Taken from what I wish my dad would say...or what I hope he thinks.

Valley girls are like, so last year. But then this one girl was all, ‘Why don’t you prove it, bitch?’ ... So I am.

Keegan's a real kook, at least he thinks so, and his world gets turned upside down when he meets a certain greenhaired someone and gets assigned what should've been an everyday English assignment... slashityslash COMPLETE

i will read my poetry to this boy and then tell him i didn’t write it. this boy won’t believe me. this boy will let me write poems on his arm. this boy’s body will be my notebook.

little boy blue with his fashionable addictions