Hello Mibbians!As those of your who follow me have realized, my usually once-a-day updates have hit a serious halt. I'm about to hit finals for my senior year, and, being the idiot I am and loading myself with three AP classes, I'm scrambling to study and get in last-minute things to bump up my grades. Aside from that I also have a bunch of scholarship competitions for my college which are all...

Hello Mibbians! I just wanted to say thank you all, because Photographs of Graves is two people away from 100 readers! The support of you all has been phenomenal and I'm so thankful for it.On that note, a new section of PoG is up: Chapter twelve, Orientation, brings back everybody's favorite man.... And a few new characters you'll all want to meet. Below is a fancy link doo-dad and an excerpt as...

Hey, all of you readers out there!New sections of Photographs for Graves and When Worlds Collide are up. Below I have some excerpts and fancy link doo-dads to whichever one (or both) you'd like to read.I love all of my readers and especially my subscribers, you guys make every day a good one for me!When Worlds Collide“Saphira, he is the Master.”“He's no master of mine.”Abel just stared at...

Quite literally what my title says. Chapter seven of Photographs of Graves, aptly named The Hangover, is up, and Murphy's life is returning to some level of normalcy -- outwardly, anyway. Below I have an excerpt from the new chapter as a bit of encouragement and a nifty little link doo-dad to get your attention. Enjoy!Photographs of Graves"Did I feel guilty for what I did to Graves? Fuck yes. But...

Yes. Yes it is. Here they are, in my recent updates! If you'd like to see a couple, then please check out my stories. They're sexy as hell, but they're also so much more than just sex:Photographs of Graves (Rated R)"Theodore Graves gripped me by my waist and pushed me into the wall, sinking into me in the near-darkness, his dark curls grazing my forehead. He came in with lips that were passionate...

Tonight I am a whore. For comments, actually. Yes, I know, I typically write these beautiful, long, introspective, passionate journal entries about something mind-blowing or other, but tonight I just need to say that my stories need some lovin'.I will comment on yours if you need. I'll even read them!So, here are my babies. Please show them love:When Worlds Collide"Phantom forms jumped out of the...

11:11. Make a wish.There's that knee-jerk reaction to wish upon this etherial number. But why do we? Why not 12:34 or 12:12 or 12:21 or something else equally palindromic? I tried looking up an origin to the 11:11 phenomenon but the internet doesn't seem to be the most talented historian of such facts. So we are left wondering why we do exactly what we do. Why do we wish?I think all of us...

Every time I take a personality test or something along those lines, I get an answer that has something along the lines of “powerful” and “destined for greatness” and “one of a kind” outlined in its drizzling paragraphs. This expectation taunts me every day, because life, as I know it, seems rather... mediocre. Average. Ordinary. I'm just another student in another high school in...

Sometimes I curse myself for having high aspirations. If I were like most of the students around me I would be quietly smiling and nodding in class, making little doodles and hearts across my paper before absently forgetting every word said by my teacher and dancing away from school. I would have already gotten my acceptance letter to some decent state school, at which I would attend with a large...