Why does one raindrop seem to drown me?

A classic 1940's style mystery... "Secretary Murders Widowed Mistress in Adelaide Love Nest!" Vivian Sherlock glanced from the screaming headline on her daily newspaper to the pale young man sitting on the other side of her desk. "Nigel is innocent!" insisted the young man.

Phones, light typing...and murder. Think breaking into show business is hard? Try landing a temp job without office skills. That's the challenge facing aspiring actress Isobel Spice when she arrives in New York City, fresh out of college and deficient in PowerPoint. After being rejected by seven temp agencies for her lack of experience, Isobel sweet-talks recruiter James Cooke into letting her cover a last-minute vacancy at a bank. New to his own job, and recently sober, James takes a chance on Isobel, despite his suspicion that she's a trouble-magnet. His misgivings are borne out by lunchtime, when she stumbles across a dead secretary in a bathroom stall. Can Isobel find the killer before he strikes again?

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

SBI live in a rather large house in one of Philzas worlds, a nice area that had a village nearby. Someting is off with Phil. during the championship he started to appear rather... irritable, snapping at his friends and lover. Can they find out what has happened or lose him forever. This work is not mine, I may have added my own elements and writing style but the original work was made by UnknownAlicia.

Unknown Number: I buried the body. What now? Me: Umm...what? Unknown Number: Ah shit. Sorry, wrong number! Could you like...delete that message? Me: Will the police be able to track it back to me if i don't? Unknown Number: ...yes. Me: Ok. Deleted. Bye. [Completed] Cover by @daisybrowser

She was fine on her own. But maybe she didn't want to be fine anymore. Maybe she wanted to feel alive. ** Laila Khare: a senior in high school with a pretty good life albeit it lacked any emotion and excitement. She was about to learn how tough life could really get for some people: mental health struggles, immigration issues, genetic differences, and loss were just some of life's many problems. And then she ran into Jai Patel: the infuriatingly observant and hot Gujju boy who just moved in down the street. Laila was about to see just how much color she was lacking in her life before him. Jai was entitled to his own secrets and struggles, however big or small they may be. But maybe he didn't want to keep secrets anymore. Maybe he wanted to show everyone all of his perfect, stunning flaws. Maybe he just needed someone to trust. Something insignificant to one person could be someone else's whole existence. He sure as hell wasn't perfect, but Laila didn't need perfect. She just needed him to open her eyes to all of colors of life, even when he had trouble seeing them himself. ** Best Rankings: #16 in #discoveringyourself #4 in #highschoolsenior ** Cover by: @bookworm_2726

"Ahh I missed my alarm! I need to hurry, I can't afford to come late to the detention class!" - Me.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

Lance is a new kid who just moved into town and is going to a high school called Garrison High. Keith is a high school loner that everyone is afraid of because of his violent manor. Cover artist is NiftyNightOwl. All characters belong to dreamworks. This is my first story so it probably won't be the best, I hope you enjoy.