The stars are twinkling above in the mesmerizingly dark and solemn sky outside your windowsill again. You’re sat at the edge overlooking it all, with your bare feet hanging below—toes slowly losing sensation in the cold night air, thinking about how unfair it is that tomorrow is your eighteenth birthday and you can’t do anything to stop it.
Epilogue
I’m in a bed. I’m covered by a blanket so soft that I feel like it could swallow me whole. It’s close, I know, but I don’t call out. Instead, I rest my head on my plush pillow and look at the ceiling. It’s white, plain—minimalistic. And in my final moments, unsure how long it will be until I take my last breath, I find the blank canvass just perfect.
Hopeless Romantic (Poetry Anthology II)
Love is such a wonderful, magical, thing. But as I’ve learned, the road to happily ever after is more turbulent and terrifying than any other path not taken. And these are the joys that come – along with the trials that are faced – by those who strive on anyway.
Pushing Daisies
On the outside, nothing seemed out of the norm. She was seated under the old oak tree that was frequented by most of the village children (herself included), a book on her lap with legs folded and comfortably nestled underneath the puffy skirt of her dress.
From the Diary of Gwen Jacobi
It’s Christmas and we’re currently at our Dad’s house pretending to be just in love with his disgusting eggnog. We’ve just opened presents, and, dear journal; you are what I just got from our baking-goddess stepmom, Leah. The note said that I should fill you with all of the stories that I tell her I dream about, but I’ve decided to use your for a self-indulgent purpose.
The Problem with Liking Someone
Ace’s world stopped. Everyone in the café stopped. Time must have stopped—because his heart sure as hell did! Hilary had on such a sweet smile, she was biting her lip sheepishly, and she had a soft blush on her cheeks as she absentmindedly twirled on a stray lock of her hair. It was as frustrating as it was adorable.
Battle Royale (Poetry Anthology I)
There is a time in everyone’s life, when they feel like the world around them is closing in – they have become nothing more, but a mere player in life’s cruel version of a battle royale. It brings with it fear, because the possibility of losing yourself has never been so true. These are those times.
Anarchy
My name is Wesley West. Most people call me Wes. So yes, I’ve lived my whole life being Wes West. Does it get annoying? Maybe, sometimes. Does it matter? No, not really. Why should you care? Well, I’ve gotta go back to the very beginning to answer that. And that’s with four very different, very misunderstood teenagers.
Aquatic Arcadia 