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BOOK THREEBenjamin A. Morris. A for a fucking animal.Or always fucking annoyed.Or-"Shut up, Ben."•It's unnecessarily weird living in the middle. Middle state, middle child, middle man.I spend every single day navigating peacekeeping between my two roommates who just so happen to be my best friends... who also happen to be in love with each other and no one wants to be the first to cave.It's a mind fuck.But it's us.Fuck- Them!•"I don't like being in the middle."He laughs, throws his head back like it's something I said in jest. "Shut up, Ben.""It's true!""It's the only place you know to be." He jokes. "You've always been the middle man. Starting center." It feels less like a joke when he says. "Heart."Like it's genuine."Paul's his heart."…

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BOOK TWOJulian Douglas: sophomore in college, star athlete, a guy who seems to have his life together, at least by everyone else's' standards.There's something missing though, a significant other if you must. Being single in college is every man's dream but being single after you're sure you've already met the love of your life... That's enough to drive a man crazy.Still, Paul Jones, an artist with over six million subscribers on YouTube, showcases in art galleries across the country, and a smile that could make angels envious... He's hard to let go of.: : :"I'm your boyfriend, Jules." He looked so sad then, so completely vulnerable and it was my fault. It was all my fault and I didn't notice until it was too late. "Do you forget that?"Maybe I did. Maybe I thought ignoring him would stop these feelings from surfacing, that missing him wouldn't take over if I never thought of him.And Paul had sighed, his hands coming up to wipe the few tears that hadn't fallen. His cheeks were flushed, he'd done enough crying for the day, and his hair was all over the place from his frustrated tugging. We'd both looked rough but seeing him just as a mess as I was... it made my heart hurt.So did his next words and I knew he'd already given up."Do you wanna be with me or do you just not wanna be alone?"[TRIGGER WARNING: MAIN CHARACTER IS DEPRESSED. This story deals with mental illness and alcoholism.]…

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BOOK ONEDiscovering your sexuality in high-school is one of the most challenging things a teenage boy can face. Being closet gay for months, finally coming out, being greeted with a punch in the face and being shunned is even worse. For Julian Douglas, life can't get anymore difficult especially in the face of high school, a restrictive religious mother, and a gorgeous man with a huge following who jumped into his life at the most inopportune time.:::He felt like serenity. He made me feel safe and I couldn't help but slow my heartbeat down to match his and at once, I felt the tempo of his heart thumping against my back, his breaths on my neck, goosebumps raising. I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted.And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently.Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay."Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears.And I felt at ease.…

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If people were natural disasters, he was a hurricane.Of course you wouldn't know that by just looking at him with those oceanic blue eyes and that windswept blond hair, looking as if he'd just stumbled off of an island. Maybe he looked like he rode the waves instead of creating them.But he was a hurricane: destructive and utterly antagonistic.And I just couldn't get enough.…

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"Who are you?"py·ro·ma·ni·acnounnoun: pyromaniac; plural noun: pyromaniacsa person who receives gratification or relieves tension by starting fires.arsonist, incendiary⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄"People look at me and they expect me to be just like Oliver." Rolling my eyes, I thought about how he completely tarnished his reputation... how he got the girl, how he got back on track, and became some inspiration. How he's studying fucking psychology, ironic right? "They hope I'm some fucked up kid who everyone misunderstands and they talk about me... They want me to be like him just so I can turn around and make some big recovery and become a success story."But she shook her head, she wasn't like the people around here... they'd just brush it off as what it was: teenage angst. Cilla was different. "I wanna know you, Elliot, not him." Her eyes were on mine, innocence completely gone and I wondered how she could switch it up that fast. you might have to read the first book psychopath in order to understand a lot of the details.first book in my poc spamC O V E R B Y @ZiaDavis…

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"You know I wish that I had Jessie's Boy."In which Jessie's new boy is a tease and Elijah just can't stay away.-explicit content2nd book in my 2017 poc spam.…

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in which a girl obsessed with music meets a girl who's laugh sounds like a symphony.-it's austin, texas 1999 and angelica may know a thing or two about fate.…

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"Write down one word that describes you."psy·cho·pathnounnoun: psychopath; plural noun: psychopathsa person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior.⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄⌃⌄"I'm psychopathic..." Oliver muttered as he glared at me suspiciously and condescendingly.He was waiting for me to run away.Grinning widely to piss him off, I shrugged."If you're a psychopath, then I must be a lunatic. Because I like you. And because of that, I'm not leaving."He'd watched me stand my ground because we'd surely been through way too much for me to give up now. A small smile spread through his emotionless facade and in a second, he was back to who I really saw him for.He let out a laugh, "Do you have a death wish?"S L O WU P D A T E SC O V E R B Y @ZiaDavis…

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story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series.tw | abusehe thought he could fix herhe thought he could make her b e a u t i f u lbut beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.)© 2015 flawed-…

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tyler: woke and pissed.no filter, you may be offended.[this mostly deals with issues in america. if you come here with some "well, white people are oppressed in blah blah blah." i will put you in your place about derailing topics. your country wouldn't go into war and become allies with someone else when they don't even have the necessary tools for their own survival, would they? think of this like that.]…

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story #2 in the 'for the flawed' series.tw | abuseevery night you held me.making me feel disgusting,because you were the s e c o n dto touch me.© 2014 flawed-(lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.)[Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]…

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story #1 in the 'for the flawed' series.tw | eating disordershe just wanted to be skinny for him; she wanted to be the kind of girlfriend he'd be proud to have, even if he couldn't see her.he just wanted to see her, to be able to tell her she was beautiful and she'd know he was telling the truth, he wanted her to be happy.they wanted to be perfect for each other.and with that, they destroyed themselves.(some quotes aren't mine, lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.)© 2014 flawed-[Watty Awards 2014]…

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you said it would sting.//train tracks with miles//© 2015 flawed-…

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He was fascinated with the way she whistled through her gap.She was fascinated with those blue chucks that matched her eyes.Eventually they became fascinated with each other.[flip flops point of view]© 2014 flawed-…

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all i've done defeats me//rooftops with miles//[sequel to brown haired boy]friday, may 1st: #2 in short story…