Emily looked at her left forearm as tears streamed from her eyes. Blood trickled from the cut she had sliced there with her dad’s. . .

Wham! The deafening crack of the slamming locker door echoed in the hushed hallways of “Testing in Progress” at Waverly High. . .

I was only fifteen-years-old when I got the news. I'd been lying in my room obsessing over fashion magazines—how I'd most likely. . .

Andrew felt the counselor studying him from across the desk. She was all right, he guessed, for a shrink. . .

“I should have used the god damn Axe of Draining,” Nick thought as he sat in his cheap studio apartment. The walls were once a. . .

You told me, just when the bell rang after lunch. . .

Elanor, spelled without an “e”
Your Dad named you after somebody
with a bit part in The Lord of the Rings
You tried valiantly to take. . .

This is it, what I’ve been waiting for. . .

Red hearts, from the start I knew it would be disaster. . .

It was a warm, breezy summer night. It was me and the whole gang together. I thought I’d kick back with my friends and have a few. . .