February 13, 2020

The card isn’t right. . . none of them are.

February 13, 2020

The edge of my fingernail is picked at while the group of girls on the Prom committee hands out roses. It’s a way to raise money for their prom.

February 13, 2020

There’s this throb that’s started, a feel-good muscle memory that I try not to focus on for fear everyone might know what I’m thinking.

January 6, 2020

Cassius is singing that song that’s been playing on the radio for a few weeks now, Crane is acting as the DJ spinning every favorite tune.

January 6, 2020

“That’s it, I’m done. You’re a cheater.” Hazel lets the cards drop from her hand — she’s fired up.

December 17, 2019

There is a scowl beneath the wide brim, his hands are big, all calloused and thick. He lifts his chin enough to meet the Luna’s eyes, before pulling off...

December 5, 2019

Hazel is watching Caleb eat out of the ice cream container that has her name written in black marker across the sides...

November 27, 2019

Key in hand. Key in hand. It’s getting harder to breathe with the smell coming from underneath the locked entrance.

October 29, 2019

Our first time together doesn’t really count, does it? We were angry at each other, you more so than me. I still can remember your face when I got out o...

September 28, 2019

Clinton takes a big breath before running full speed at the Alpha without any inhibitions of what he's facing. Bones meet . .

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