. "Hatred comes from the heart, contempt from the head, and neither feeling is quite within our control." Bullshit, she thinks. Then she meets Matthew Valentine.

for you

There is the wind through his hair, through yours; there is pain and terror and too many liquor store stops where he presses bottles into your shaking hands, says, "Drink," like it will fix everything — fix your heart and your head and your broken bloody soul.

Temporarily taken down. Emma locks herself in her bathroom, where she pens the story of how her life should have been in dry-erase marker on the walls of her shower.

this place is for washed up lovers

we are all so selfish. we are all so desperate.

"I dig into my pocket and check my phone. 1:04. 0 new messages." A short story about the cliched but real pressures of growing up.

She cried, and he wasn't there to hold her.

The lovely, little pills were lined up all in a row. One by one, I swallowed them down.

He stood in front of her, her love letter which had almost become a novel clenched in his hands and his eyes no longer red but shining like his sister's hair and his t-shirt the cerulean of languid pool waters.

His whole life, Ezra has been counting.

You smile and think of his smirking, boyish face, looking so handsome next to that sticky pitcher of syrup.

They tumble onto the bed, intertwined like ivy.

He wasn't her best friend. He wasn't the big man on campus. They didn't know one another and had never seen each other before. He was just a boy and she was a girl, meeting by chance over a bowl of fruit salad and a disagreement about Sylvia Plath.

//It is a circling darkness, and there is a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye, and I am dancing in a red dress and he is looking at me.// Post-breakup turmoil in a few words.

His sheets are navy blue, and he can't stop staring at where her fists are clutching handfuls, soft cotton gripped tight and threaded through her fingers, the nails little yellow tugboats of colour against the dark, rumpled sea.

I'm in love with the son of the devil himself... MATURE THEMES WARNING

Sam Westlane is the new kid in the famous all boys Crestan High School for the rich and the spoiled ... There's only one problem. Sam is a girl.