Seventeen-year-old April Parker wakes up in an underground facility, a shock bracelet on her wrist and a five-day countdown on the clock. Dozens of other teens share her inexplicable fate, but their unseen captors never intervene no matter how brutal conditions become. When the ruthless - and unnervingly magnetic - Marcus seizes control, April's trauma-forged instinct is to lay low. But protecting her friends drives her to bargain with the boy she should fear most - a boy whose reality fractures with every tick. Then the countdown ends, and the real terror begins. Powers ignite. Alliances shatter. And predators are born. And with a saboteur among them determined to keep the doors closed forever, escaping what comes next may be the only way to survive it.

Exodus Summers has never been the prettiest, most popular person. She's constantly bullied and thrown under the bus, left behind by her peers. She receives threatening letters, which she ignores, on a daily basis. When the letters start getting more personal, she begins to pay more attention. A sudden string of freak accidents begin to surround her, starting with the people who had been her constant tormentors and she becomes the main suspect. One accident ends in a murder, and the slow downward spiral leads to a full on implosion.

❝My mind is a palace of fuckery; welcome to the madness zone❞ This is not the story of recovery. This is not the story of perfection. This is not a story of revenge. It's simply a palace of fuckery and emotion. cover made by @trillest

hidden [ hid - n ] /adjective/ concealed from knowledge or exposure; kept secret. these are the things I've always kept hidden thoughts unspoken, stories unwritten truth be told: I should keep them inside but they're getting oh, so hard to hide ranked poetry #65 and teen fiction #417 on the twenty-ninth of june. a collection of poetry by kaitlyn johnson. cover by asterism.

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

The first poem is about a person standing up to a bully telling them how they feel. the second is about how some may feel when being bullies Because many people want to stand up to bullies but don't in fear of being hit or made fun of. So this is basically for them. Hope you enjoy! <3

This poem is about the painful loss of a loved one <3 This is for my granddad, RIP Pop.

this is a poem for people who feel like they're alone and who have no one to talk to. just a way to vent :)