Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

Mary Durward’s life hasn’t been the same since her best friend Noah passed away. Although diagnosed with clinical depression and paranoid schizophrenia, she’s convinced she is being haunted by Noah’s ghost. After one fateful night spent at the local cemetery, Mary is suddenly able to see Noah—and she discovers that she accidently opened up a gate to Hell, allowing demons to invade the already-deemed-to-be-haunted seaside town of Cullis Port. Now it's up to Mary with her newfound clairvoyance, a guy whose promiscuity helps keep him distracted from his personal issues, a childhood friend who simply can't seem to get over the past, and an overprotective ghost to rid the town of evil before it's too late.

A story about a girl who sends letters to a neighbor.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION After a devastating accident, trapeze artist Corey Ryder gets stuck living a normal teenage life and attempts to reconnect with the mother she barely knows. ***** As a trapeze artist, Corey Ryder is used to flying high above the rest of the world, but when a tragic accident destroys the only home she's ever known, everything comes crumbling down around her. Forced to stay in the small town of Sherwood, California, she must face the realities of being a normal teenage girl. Attending high school, making friends, and falling in love for the first time are just the beginning, because being back in California means facing a large part of her past she's been trying hard to forget-her mom. Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions of child/domestic abuse

"We're all looking for the same things in the end." She thinks people are mundane. He thinks people are fascinating. Somehow, they fall in love.

A love story that isn't a love story, a self discovery story that isn't like what you think, and a tale that really doesn't need an ending. Because they just ruin things.

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

A 30 day writing challenge surrounding femininity in all its glory.

[lowercase intended; novel written in verse] i watched her life drain from her eyes that day, and in that moment, i knew nothing was okay. Copyright © mavericks_ Best Achievements To Date: • Poetry #150 [2.1.2014] • Short Story #165 [1.31.2014]

They met on the Trivandrum Mail. They rediscovered love on the Trivandrum Mail. Fourteen years have passed - they have changed. But the Trivandrum Mail hasn't.