“Ya know…”

“What is it this time?” Jake asks, smirking.

She smacks his shoulder, earning a laugh from him, “Let me finish you arse.”

“Hey don’t let me stop you,” he retorts.

“I was gonna say I’m fond of geese.”

“Those absolute satan spawn?”

Rolling her eyes, she can’t help snicker, “Oh stop it, they’re cute.”

“They’re absolute menaces,” He scoffs.

“You’re a menace.”

He looks back toward t...

(I made this earlier this year on my phone as I was fleshing out Rayburn and Oswald. And oh all the holy things of the world! How did I write this?!

You have been warned (NSFW) it is part of the prompt because my characters, Rayburn and Oswald, are childhood friends who were in love, fell out of love, and fell back in love. I’m in the middle of the_ Living Is A Strange Thing (LIAST) _manuscript. ...

**_JACK_**

The time was ticking. I had a goal that year for the number of people I wished to cause pain to, but it seemed like Adon was lagging me behind.

He was asleep at the moment, in my bed, in my room. I’ve forgotten why he was there; it most likely had something to do with his pale step-father. I knew that Adon didn’t want me to know, but anyone could see the hungry gaze that the man gave ...

**_JACK_**

How I met Adon was not a pleasant experience. I had found him being pummeled to the ground in an alleyway by older boys in his school as I was walking home. Now, at the time, I was going to leave him there to his tormentors—he wasn’t even from my school and it had nothing to do with me; I had rather not to get my hands bloody so early in the year. I had a reputation to uphold.

But the...

My bestfriend and I had always been a part of eachothers lives. Our parents grew up together, and we grew up together. We were practically family.

Even sitting here, listening to Ethan rant about something or other, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. There would be a huge gaping hole in my heart.

“It’s honestly terrible how schools work us so much. We get up at six o’ clock every morning ...

[These are two characters from a book series idea I’ve had, although I might not ever write the actual books]

Crumb found herself, once again, waiting beside the lamppost.

The clouds that shrouded the sky shone a turbulent gray, threatening to rain at any moment. She tried to pay them no mind; what she was waiting for mattered more than the weather.

Finally, she appeared. The most beautiful...

Kendall and I have been friend since she moved acress the street when we were both just six years old. My mother went over to there house all those many years ago and brought food for them since they were new to are area. My mother introduced me to them and that we live in the blue house aross the road. This is my daugther Tia. My name is Tina and I have two more children a boy John and a older g...

My voice wouldn’t work. I’d thought about bringing it up so many times before, but actually doing it would make it all real. And I didn’t know what I would do if… he gave me the truth. I know the darkness that falls over his face when he thinks no one is watching, because it’s the same darkness that chokes me tighter every day. Maybe a different shade; the kind bred from a pit of grief. But darkne...

[who would’ve thought I would write to this prompt for this story. not a chapter, though. just a little *really lil* scene!]

“Hey, Boston?” I start, looking down at my feet which dangle in the water. “Why isn’t your dad here?”

My eyes flicker to his as I notice his muscles tense up. The length of his arm is pressed against mine, but he seems too far.

_Not close enough. _I bite my tongue, shakin...

Oliver glances over at Axton, watching the way his eyes glisten in the moonlight.

"It's kinda cold," he comments, thinking nothing of in until a coat is shoved suddenly into his arms.

"Here." Axton looks over, meeting Oliver's gaze. The stars are nice, but this moment is better.

"Th.. thanks, I guess." his voice is oddly quiet, almost breathless. Axton grunts in response, but his demeanor has s...