Beautiful in its simplicity.

She doesn't talk, and that's the first thing he learns about her. A girl with a terrible past is haunted by her memories. R&R and I'll read your story. Thank you.

A girl commits suicide after thinking about how badly her life is going. One-shot.

A short story/blurb about a Valentine's Day gift.

Abigail has always been there for Stephen. And every time he smiles at her, her heart flutters, her mind wanders because her world revolves around him. A story on how friendship buds to love.

Her love is astonishing.

A black rose for valentine's day

A poem about a classmate who passed away recently.

I told you once, don’t be afraid, just walk your path, you’ll have it made, I just had thought, maybe you’d see, the path you had, didn’t have me.

Waiting for you. ---Short, oneshot---

A lonely girl in need of saving, and an unlikely boy that notices. What happens when the secrets of her life are revealed and she falls even deeper into her dark world?

I love flowers; They represent everything. They're always there, through mourning and celebration. -One Shot-

I can't say I wasn't skeptical.

Emotions should never be held in as long as you can write them down. Welcome to my pillow book.

That's when he said it, the words that snap me out of my "state," so to speak. "Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're living."

The life of a genie is said to be one of work, slavery and loss. What if you're a teenage genie? Aliya has a lot to learn. A lot to lose. A lot to fight for.

this is what happens to you when you read alot of books...

High tide, and low tide, a choice all those who love make, but none are ready to...

A visit to the ocean.

Vignette. A glimpse inside the mind of a little girl who didn't quite fit in.

This is a short story I started one night and it's now growing. It is a bit dark. I added another chapter to this now. Let me point out, the story is in an odd order

A story depicting the tale of a chocolate-phile refuting the view of a chocolate hater. Dedicated to all chocolate lovers; feast your eyes.

Was it, or wasn't it?