"I'm in love with you." How many times would I have to think about this, how many times, before she could hear it, feel it, see it in my eyes? "I'm in love with you." How could I make her see without telling her, without scaring her off... without losing her. I couldn't lose her.

The rain pours down. Through every crevice, every pothole, crack, hole in the wall, it seeps, dripping, saturating the world. The floor runs with it, an eddying mass of swirls and reflected light. The buildings droop under the constant attack, sagging under the pressure, crumpling in on themselves. The clouds loom overhead, impenetrable in their dark, looming form, angrily spitting down at the sodden life below as if they’ve done something wrong. Evening wants to drown in it. She wants to lose herself and sink, sink, sink until she hits the bottom and there's no life in her anymore. She wants the tide, and the crashing waves to sound overhead, thundering in her ears until she can’t hear anymore. She wants the water to consume her, to envelop her mind and cease all thought. She wants the end, the relief, the finish line. She wants the rain to pour on and on until all she can see is water and all she can hear is the constant patter patter of the drops splashing onto the ground. Oliver wants to stay dry, to watch the rain from the safe haven of the bookstore. Maybe have a cup of steaming hot chocolate in his hands and a friend chatting to him. He wants to have the security of knowing that he’s immune to the weather outside. He wants a fire crackling in the fireplace. The love of his life just within sight. But he doesn't want the rain. He wants the security. But she doesn't want the security. She wants the rain.

Delaney Escott lives in a world where popularity reigns supreme. If you want to be noticed, social status is everything. The government is run by the Superiors: a very exclusive group of individuals who are virtually flawless. They are smarter than us and stronger than us, and to join their ranks is the highest honor. The Superiors pay an annual visit to the top schools in the nation and evaluate the students, choosing one boy and one girl - the most Popular in the school - to go the Capitol and train for Superiority. Delaney thinks that she's the only one indifferent to (and perhaps even suspicious of) the Superiors, until Caleb Payne, the most popular boy in school, approaches her with a request. He has a task for her, one that he believes she is uniquely capable of completing. And as she helps him, Delaney discovers that the government is hiding many secrets - and that the truth of the Superiors is far from what people believe it to be. [Watty Awards 2012 Winner, Science-Fiction: On the Rise]

Because their story is too interesting to ever have an end. Follow Blake and Lexi through the years!

The Spawns are back in town. With Cole and Jayden freshly out of their first year of University, Lilibeth in vacation for the summer and Maika finally out of her boarding school, mischief is on the horizon. But their summer takes an unexpected turn when Dakota Taylor, Cole's cousin, arrives. She's just as crazy as them all... maybe even crazier. Follow their eventful summer, filled with laugher, mischief, love, heartbreak and just the right amount of felonies as only the spawns of Blake Eaton, Lexi Grayson, Josh Torres, Daphnee Harrison and Alexander Parker can do right. [Sequel to "I Sold Myself to the Devil... Pitiful I Know]

This story is about two childhood sweethearts, Kate and Ryan, who spent an eternity alongside each other. If only that eternity had lasted a little longer...

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

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[a story] in which an ailing girl checks off everything on her bucket list with a little help from her weirdly attractive neighbor. [spiritual #8 // short story #41] WARNING: this shit is cheesy as hell i wanna gouge my eyes out

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper