For an AP Lang project, written at 2 AM and submitted at 4 AM. Kind of strange and abstract and completely metaphorical; not sure if any of it makes sense; was based on a friendship I had (bet you thought it was a parent-child relationship... NOPE I'M TOO WEIRD FOR THAT AKLSDJLSAJAD)

the stiffness of the heavy set

for i did not die.

I know this is probably qualifies as a fanfic, but *shrug* c'est la vie. Basically, a few friends of mine and I have gotten into a contest to see who can get all the way through "My Immortal" and write a full commentary. Hope you enjoy, "prepz."

it's not too much to ask, is it?

so fragile as a heart

basically an archive of all the weird stuff i scribble down when I'm bored. quotes, poems, stories, etc. although most of it just sounds like i ate a dictionary and vomited up random words.

Lusting after a student is wrong, isn't it? But it's not his fault that those gray eyes are always on his mind. Not his fault that he wants to reach out and trace the small frame, press it to him. Not his fault. What's wrong with a little indulgence? MxM.

it's pretty boring being the moon.

concerning the lives of four very different teenagers, brought together by the problems they share. the anorexic; the schizophrenic; the depressive; the drug addict. they've all had a pretty rough time of it, but at the cherry blossom clinic they must try and find themselves - and a life.

I'm Chad Lawrence. My mission? To make one Krissa Taylor fall deeply, irrevocably in love with me. Or at least, make her get over that Julian guy. -oneshot sequel to Finally-

Krissa is in love with Julian, Julian wants Evangeline, Evangeline likes Chad, and Chad is crazy about Krissa. Love square, anyone?

Yes folks, it's gingerbread, *and* it's evil. Seriously.

The blade p.i.e.r.c.e.s the skin. The blood b.l.e.e.d.s from within.

"Why am I here..? Why do I even try?" My name is Yuri Baskov and I'm sick and tired of...being lonely. One Shot

I loved him like a symphony that soared inside my brain. I loved him, how I loved him, and his music kept me sane... A poem about falling in love with a musician.

Short stories I wrote for my creative writing class.

A guide I made on writing the perfect (or, at least, better) fight scene. Find out the little things that make big differences!

A grotesque piece of surrealism that extracted itself from my mind one day

Well...this is another one of those poems...

This is a poem dedicated to my two best friends.

A short story about a fallen angel and their scars of wings...

Marilyn Manson/Evanescense influence.. Newer version of Rosie.

You will understand this if you have ever taken a Calculus course.