Driftwood Stories

LIKE IT SAYS IN THE TITLE THIS IS A BOYXBOY STORY! 17-year-old Jesse Taylor, a player by day and a party animal by night; well until he meet Charles - otherwise know as...

Cyber dating really wasn't my thing, if anything I always hated it, and tried to avoid it, but when my best friend pushes the subject onto me I give in and finally find...

Candice is on vacation with her family when they stop for gas at Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Madmen. She and her family goes to the Firefly household wher...

This is an anonymous request book. This book has been opened closed and reopened so sorry for so many author's notes.

Jo visits her favourite beach with her foster children. She starts to worry about their future now that her circumstances have changed. What will become of them both? ...

Otis is a tattoo artist in Ruggsville, and an old flame comes in to visit. Based on the song Closer by the Chainsmokers (I don't own any of the characters mentioned tha...

Poetry Collection Welcome all you readers. Poetry has become my latest experiment. Constructive criticism would be welcomed but most of all, I hope you enjoy An amat...

WHEN THE PENCIL BECOMES YOUR STAR, THE PENCIL ALSO BECOMES THE WORLD, THE UNIVERSE, INFINITY! THESE SHORT STORIES AND ESSAYS ALL FOLLOW A TALENTED TEENAGER WHO LOVES WRI...

"Then, my paradise was gone, along with the setting sun." Copyright© 2015 by unfurled

Cyber dating really wasn't my thing, if anything I always hated it, and tried to avoid it, but when my best friend pushes the subject onto me I give in and finally find...

I have dreams. Everyone does. Mine are interestingly unusual. So why not write them here? That's just what I'm doing.

A girl's only chance of survival is a piece of driftwood and hope.

'He's tossed you in the river and left you there to rot, but now you're a chunk of drift wood, waiting for someone to chip away the broken pieces and re-discover the per...

If you could speak and feel freely without and outside of inside pressure, let the balloon pop and the water flow. This would be the form in which my poems come. If you...

Some The Boyz x Weird Things imagines. We're normal teens I swear 🔫 *pew pew* 🔫

Written after a night by the lake, it struck me as utterly beautiful yet, haunting.

Will it ever be alright?