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A story that questions the distinction between reality and imagination. Where does reality end and imagination begins? Everything is not as it appears to be. When do we draw the line?

Become Chapter 3 The mist was settling in the valley and made it so that it impossible to see anything. Looking out the window, I was barely able to see the gardens through the grey haze. It only looked cold and foreboding outside so I was glad the window was fastened shut. The soft sounds of Emily's harp wafted through the house while the sound of quiet chatting could be heard from below. I was engrossed in reading a novel while lying on my comfortable bed. Occasionally, a yawn escaped fr

Become Chapter 2 I lay in bed trying to fall asleep but just as my eyelids began to droop, something would catch my attention and I would be hauled back from my sleepiness. This time it was the drops of water falling from the roof. The rain had stopped around midnight but the occasional drop of water still fell on the windowsill causing enough noise to wake me up. I did not understand why I could not just sleep. The rest of the house was quiet, as everyone else had gone to sleep a long ti

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains erotic and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting teens. Don't read this story if it is illegal for you to read this or if you find this sort of work offensive. Become Chapter 1 It had been raining for the past two days causing everything outside to become completely soaked. Aunt Margaret was busy making sure everyone had e

Author's Chapter Notes: Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual places, events, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story may contain erotic and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting teens. Don't read this story if it is illegal for you to read this or if you find this sort of work offensive. Thanks to Graeme for helping out with this chapter. Under the Sun Chapter 2 After the bell rang, Ben pushe

This is the story of Ben and his discovery of all the amazing things under the sun from friendship to love.

Prologue "Wake up Ben." Ben just turned in his sleep and pulled the comforters tighter around him. "Rise and shine." The warm rays of sun came in through the window throwing the whole room in light. Ben pulled the covers over his head to block the bright light. "Look Ben, it's so nice and sunny outside." Ben groaned something incoherent and shifted onto his back. "All the amazing things under the sun. I love you." Ben jumped up in bed. He looked around his room but saw th

A simple short story of how someone makes peace with their love.

Let Love In by Kyle Grey It's two in the morning and I am still awake thinking. I'm lying in my bed with the covers tossed aside. The initial loud frustration and agony have passed and now the silent anguish reigns. There is a calm silence except for the soft ticking of the clock on my bedside table. Moonlight streams through the one window in my bedroom, dimly illuminating the room. A peaceful calm pervades outside but a chaos prevails inside my head. Stampedes of thoughts chase themselve

Kyle had a loving family, great friends and he had just asked out Rachel, the most popular girl in school. However, the only thing he found himself thinking about was another boy, Colin.

Chapter 2 I lay on my bed listening to music on my iPod. With my white headphones in my ears, I was able to drown out all the other noises around me. I was just staring off at nothing particular trying hard not to think about anything because when I did start thinking, I could only remember that boy. This was not normal. I had just asked Rachel Fisher out on a date and instead of thinking about her I was more concerned about the boy who had a locker next her. The worst part was that I didn’t

Chapter 1 “Kyle, get up!” I slowly opened my eyes and got up slightly to look at my nightstand clock. It was time for school but I did not intend to get out of bed yet so I fell back into bed and closed my eyes. I hated mornings, especially the part of waking up. It’s just that I wasn’t a morning person. I liked to sleep as much as possible or at least until I was forced to wake up. Now my wonderful sleep was being interrupted by my sister. I pulled the covers up over my head and tried to

Life for Marcel used to be so perfect. Now all that is gone and he is struggling to move on. With the help of his friends, he tries to find again what he has lost.

My weekend passed mostly comforting Michelle and helping her get over Chase. At least she and Chase hadn't been that close. The pulling out was much easier unlike some other relationships. Some other meaning my last one. I had convinced myself that I was finally over it all that but my friends still didn't think so. "How ya feeling man?" my friend Christian asked me on Monday morning. Michelle and I were sitting outside eating cereal bars before class like usual. I looked up at him. "Fine.

Pulled up the cold metal zipper. Pushed the button through the hole. Ran my hands along the sides of the jeans, straightening the odd creases. Fingers lingered at the hole torn near the knees. Picked out a neatly folded t-shirt from among the wrinkled ones stuffed in the drawer. A light faded green colored one without any particular design. Pulled it on and then ran my hand through my hair, straightening the hair that had been messed up. I spent several minutes in front of the mirror trying t