The story of a girl who hid behind words, a boy who believed in art, and secondhand dreams in a world spinning too quickly.

ONESHOT: I know that’s not the three words you’d expect a girl like me to say, but I’ve learned that lies just make things worse, so I thought I’d start off with the basics—you know, the thing people call the truth?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what came over to me,” I smiled timidly. He took a hold of my hand, and everything felt just right, exactly how it was supposed to be. One-shot.

Another stupid love poem with the perfect cliches. A cute crush, a sweet suicide, and a regretful end.

A story I wrote for an English assignment. It's a short story about a boy who is new to an island and he is curious and snobby. He goes into this old house against the warnings of the town.