There's only one way to graduate - you have to kill someone. (m x m , f x m)

I suddenly developed the ability of telepathy with men. But not charming men. No, I can only communication with nerds. And if that wasn't bad enough they've now deemed me their matchmaker. God, just smite me now.

When I'm bored weird things form in my mind... this is a collection of different lists, ideas, and conversations I have with people, whether they be fictional or real. Also home to Rant Central. (It's a real thing, look it up, I dare you.) Rated T just in case

You should all know what this is talking about...That evil little bird we all now seem to hate. That little pixelated Flappy Bird has torchered me enough. My anger is put out in a simple poem.

Big Brother Big Brother, / What did you do with mother?

Juliet Nectont had accidentally killed her parents on the fourth day of the first semester of the Sophomore year. Ever since then, a devil has been laying in her heart. Now that she's back for her Junior year, strange events start happening, and Juliet finds herself in the cross-hairs of it all. Can Juliet ever escape her demon? Can she ever truly be human again? YURI. Femslash.

You know the swirls that you see in your tea or coffee after you put the creamer in? You know; the milky white swirls that mix with the brown right before the creamer settles. That's what she looks like.

Sabrina's malfunctioning.

You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only thing you can be. Warning: Contains yuri erotica

"You have period panties!" he exclaimed. I nodded. "Well, yeah. You're not going to wear the pretty ones when you have the Red Niagara Falls gushing out of your vagina every month." One-Shot

A written plea for aid comes here to FictionPress, from an unexpected source. Written for my Creative Writing class. Rated T for language (including one use of the f-word), and some content.

I'm 20 years old and I still haven't had my first kiss or my first boyfriend…and I still don't care for either one. Asexuality isn't a difficult thing to deal with, the childhood trauma that spawned it in the first place however is a major drag. Yay P.T.S.D! Not!

A poem about agnosticism written by an agnostic atheist who has been challenged by both the religious and the nonreligious alike.

Sequel to Kaleidoscope Heart: Red and still centering on the second year high school student who was attacked by demons during Winter Break, Orange recounts the investigation of a seemingly supernatural arson of a Buddhist temple in a city spatially isolated from the rest of the world. A not-story of Potatoes and Permission Slips. /Will return reviews.

Why and how is Queen Elizabeth the FIRST in my artist big sister's hospital room? Probably the fluffiest piece I've written yet.

if you only have an hour left to live, and someone wants to know your story: What parts of your story will you tell? Will you exaggerate or be brutally honest? Paint yourself as a hero or a villain?

While I was out, hate came into style. I tried really hard to keep gender pronouns out of this, because I recognize that many people face the same kind of problems. Trigger warning.

Marcus is an average teenager, and as an average teenager he has designed an elaborate cheating system for the SAT tests, but is thwarted when asked to bubble in basic personal information on the front cover. Pretty much a look at what life would be like if teenagers were like what the College Board thinks they're like. Slight exaggeration.

It's when you're stuck in a fandom. It's when you become one of them. It's the best and worst thing you can become.

She was a dyke, a headbanger, a pariah. I was perfectly straight, in the chorus, part of the 'in crowd.' We did NOT speak to one another. Ever. ...Stupid science fair. Femslash, yuri, F/F. Finished as of 12/17/09. Book and eBook versions now available!