When Hope's father suddenly dies, no one can prepare her for the amount of grief she would go through, especially when her grandparents agree to let his organs be used as he was a registered organ donor. Unable to deny her dad's wishes, the organs are used to save lives, but on one condition. She wants to meet the people who are benefiting from her dad's organs but the very last thing she expects is to form friendships or even a relationship out of the heartache of losing her father. One recipient is Cole Mellor; a goofy, gorgeous budding nineteen year old photographer who receives her father's heart. She feels an undeniable connection to Cole, but is that because he has a piece of her dad within him, or are her feelings a lot more to do with Cole himself?

Elle Grayson's guilty pleasure is reading cheesy romance novels. Always has been, always will be. Maybe that's why she's never had a boyfriend - no guy can live up to her expectations of the guys in romance novels. She doesn't think there is one guy that can prove to be even half as decent as guys in books. But when there's somebody set on doing exactly that, things just might start to change. Romance #110 Short Story #23 - May 28, 2014

In Thriller Suite -- appearing serially for the first time on Wattpad -- Margaret Atwood has gathered these new poems inspired by her long history as a reader of strange tales, from 19th century gothic classics to ghost stories to crime fiction and thrillers. Poems that cross thresholds...

"cause if one day you wake up and find that your missing me. and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be. thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet. and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street."

"Have you ever just... Breathed? Everyone always holding their breath without ever truly realizing it. So constricted. But that first breath, and then you're gasping for more, devoting your whole life to breathing the air. Empowered by it. Can't get enough. I have finally begun to breathe, darling, and I'm loving every minute of it." He was him and she was her, so when she asked him to run away with her of course he said yes. She was searching for a meaning, but he was only just beginning to understand. It became her goal to teach him to b r e a t h e, and it became his goal to b r e a t h e with her. Counterpart to "I N H A L E." Text copyright © Morziee_dreamed 2013- All rights reserved.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

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?