Suburbia Stories

You could say Ezra Parker was Narnie Larson's first love. You could also say that for a brief moment in time, they were immortal.

He's the son of rage and love; the Jesus of Suburbia.

Please read the rewritten version of this book, wonder on repeat, this one was written and last edited in 2019..... iykyk "can you shut the hell up?!" -lee fel...

Lawrence is in the last stages of a home renovation when he installs a fairy door in his daughters room. Following online instructions, the door opens and Lawrence's hom...

A dream is a powerful and spiritual thing to experience, and a poem is a creative way to express your emotions. What would happen if these two concepts were combined?

Theda has always lived in average bliss with her mother, father, and her younger sister Felicity. They live in a perfectly ideal America town. They have a nuclear family...

Two middle aged Suburban men who despite living on the same cul-de-sac have never actually met, find themselves becoming new best friends as this summer in the 'burbs wi...

This is for fun even though I'm not always online on Wattpad. Just put down your asks and even dares cuz why the hell not.

A heartbroken teenager wanders away from home until his upbeat little brother finds him and the situation changes.

A short story about three boys in the 1980s, and the sudden sense of dread they feel when they pass a certain intersection in their town one day. ...

Just some bits about my life in surburbia. (The life of a high schooler/college class taker/leadership gal). I also am basically a professional procrastinator. This is m...

Andrea Donahue is not entirely sure why she can't seem to stay around for very long. She's a natural born runner, nomadic to the bone, and on a mission. Andy wants nothi...

A poem from the upcoming short story collection: Fractured Tales of Suburbia

Those stick-figure characters on the backs of cars... The caricatures of moms, dads, kids, pets, jedi, Darth Vaders, zombies, and whatever else. That strange trend that...

Poems in awe of children, love, the perfume of earth.

"And in the end, behind the masks and the guns and the bloodshed and the tears, he was just lonely, and I was just lost. No one understood us. Our words were color...