Memphis found his smile. 'You know me, sir. I don't wear worry.

I hate this place,” Tiara whimpered. “It’s super creepy. Like a haunted Chuck E. Cheese’s where the games all want to kill you and you never get your pizza.

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

Please, I'm a transgender former boy-bander. You think I don't know how to defend myself?

It's only his thumb brushing slowly across the lower edge of my lip, but it's as if time slows and the sweep of that thumb below my mouth takes forever. It is no spell that I know of, but it holds such magic, I can scarcely breath. He pulls his hand away fast, aware of what he's done. But his touch lingers.

A place to keep all your secrets

In a world like this one, only the random makes sense.