Thelostboysxoc Stories

"How do you keep a flower shop open in Santa Carla of all places?" "Easist gift for the grieving. Flower shops thrive in places like this." "And...

The boys glanced between themselves, and I held my necklace tightly. "What do you mean?" Marko asked. I stared down at my soup thinking to myself that if I sta...

ᴸⁱᶠᵉ ⁱˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇˡⁱˢˢᶠᵘˡ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ. "These streets are dark, and blackend with hate, What is there more, that I did cre...