Change usually results in something new in one's self. For Kenji, he doesn't understand why his best friend changed so much. Disappeared from a chapter of his life, the friend reappears in another chapter, different and cross-dressing.

Cross-dressing because of a certain phobia or is something going on behind the toothy smile his friend gives him in times of trouble or peace?

Oikawa and Iwaizumi were great pals. They always knew what the other was going to say. At least, Oikawa did.

If you guys want to know where I am and how I'm doing, you can always find me on DeviantArt.

Where poems, pictures, and little short stories never end, Besides, I'm more active there and you can check out what my friends and I are doing and who knows...we can become buddies or something because we're always on DeviantArt, every single freakin' day.

http://wordykite.deviantart.com/

What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger. For some, at least...

Who needs friends when you have a trading partner.

A brief story about recycling, mutant animals, and survival

What would happen if two friends decided to make Thanksgiving's Meal together?

Imagine this: You're stuck in a filthy public restroom, there's no food and you're hungry, and, you're stuck with your ex-best friend. What can possibly go wrong?

A fanfic for the anime Kor sometimes called K Projector Project K.

[this story is always posted on my fanfic account]

[Originally posted on Writer's Cafe. Yes, I do own the story]

There comes a time and a place where you can always protect the people you care for. People aren't meant to live forever. But, we can make their last hours memorable.

I think flowers are nice and pretty. They’re so small and…um…small, so you have to take good care of them. Mommy told me that you have to water them every day so that they can grow-up big and strong. Mommy says that flowers can grow better if you talk to them. I tried that, but it got boring. Flowers don’t talk back, but girls can!

[Story originally posted on fictionpress. Yes, I do own the story]

It's not the medicine, treatment, or the sleep that makes you a better person. It's the people you meet, the friends you make, the friends you lose, and the apologizes you make that shapes who you are.

Ever had that moment when you want to write a poem for a friend but just got around to do it? It's around their birthday and you want to make something special that will make them smile. Really, friends are the ones that know how well your writing's changed over the years...