I groan but answer the call in a sing song voice.”Kitty Lung, hero or terrorist, you take your pick.

My name on his lips is a symphony. How can two simple beats of basic human language engulf me so completely? We stare at each other for a mini infinity. I’m terrified of speaking and...

The right side of the screen then shows a close-up of the protestors. There are only about thirty of them, but Gods bless them they’re energetic. And they have catchy picket signs, like: “Set the...

His gaze settles on my lips for a few seconds, then slides up to meet mine. Oh Gods, how my hearts pound. The heat of a blush sneaks up my neck and makes itself at...

Greasy burgers and fries are so much more delicious than swallowing a cow whole.

I thought you were just typical teenagers.”No one has ever called me typical. I can’t say I like it.

Dive!