Forget the punching bag. His face will do just fine.

I cannot return to my sleep; the flamingo in my dream lingers in my brain. I lie awake in bed for some time, twiddling ...

“What is your favorite color?” “Black,” Baize answered. Oliver lifted an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair. “Black is not a color. ...

“Anna, you are not a disaster. You’re a delight.”

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. It is an adaptation of the characters created and owned by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. This story ...

I have loved horror movies since I can remember, and that is a long time since I was born in 1957. A new one ...

*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, griefSuicide, Mental illness, violent contentReader discretion is advised***              Days in the hospital’s intensive care unit felt like a ...

I am unapologetic, imperfect, and awkward Anna Waite. Someone who names her car and gets stuck on the back of fire trucks.

If this was a movie, now would be the moment Dylan makes a move, dropping everything to pull me into an embrace.

“I know what must happen, sir.” Orion’s kiss and fierce look cut the rest of her words off. “None of that ‘Sir’ business. I’m ...