"There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds."

Lana doesn't like the way people fit in, she has never found someone with whom she connects with enough to bear her soul to them. She reaches out to a celebrity, someone whom she's watched on the big screen countless times, in a hopeless attempt to find meaning in her, otherwise dreary, life. Everything was fine, but fine wasn't good enough, Lana wanted extraordinary.

Jess is a hopeless romantic. Celeste tries hard not to be. Jess and Celeste are friends (who just so happen to just have had broken up yesterday) (if you even call that friends) (it's gonna work anyway) (right?) Humor #367 Teen Fiction #668

CASE: CLOSED "She's dead now, and there's nothing we can do about it." --- Kasia Andrews expects very little on a Monday morning. Until, whilst locked in the PE store cupboard, accompanied with basket balls, netballs, soccer balls and the guy that she doesn't really know anymore, Charlie Allen, they both uncover the diary of the recently deceased Devin Hill. © 2014 imogen timby.

A story about life, love and survival in the most uncanny manner. | BOOK ONE | (COMPLETED AND UNEDITED) (Previously known as: How to Survive: Dating your Enemy) Current cover by: @moonxriver Copyright © 2013 LetterJae

Peryn Foster loves cheerleading, America's Next Top Model and camping. So, when her best friend suggests a camping trip, she eagerly accepts the offer because it's a chance to get away from her younger sisters and her mother's plans for the upcoming wedding. Ignoring the fact that her ex-boyfriend and his goofy best friend are coming along, Peryn is looking forward to the trip. What could possibly go wrong?

Alex Fitzgerald is just herself. No one cares about her. If anyone speaks to her, it's to hurt her. Nate Turner is the guy that everyone wants. Girls scream for him, boys envy him, and the school worships him. But he doesn't want any of it. He tries to keep away from everyone. He tries to be alone. But he just can't get a break. Naturally, Alex has a huge, embarrassing crush on Nate. And Nate has a huge, embarrassing crush on Alex. Neither will say anything. One day, in a state of boredom, Nate writes a message on a sticky note, and presses it under his chair during his biology class. Alex finds it during her study hall in that same room. She writes back. For the whole school year, Nate and Alex share a stream of yellow and purple sticky notes, writing to each other. Alex is happy that she has a friend. Nate is happy that someone is talking to him that DOESN'T know who he is. There's only one problem. Neither of them know who they're writing to.

When the world comes to an end because zombies take over Allison, along with a group of survivors realize that even though they are alive during a zombie apocalypse life still remains hard. She faces what a normal teen would face....except....well there are zombies involved. Remember when things used to be easy?

"They were elements that were not supposed to mix,but they were. And just like mixing hydrogen peroxide with Sulfuric Acid; Inevitable explosion." *** "This isn't right." I whispered¸ fear seeping into my voice. I felt goose bumps grow on my neck, at his sudden proximity. Control. All I needed was a little self control to stop the feeling growing in my stomach. Soon I was looking straight at him, eye to eye. He leaned in closer, I felt my knees wobble and my breath hitched, he went straight to my ear a cocky smirk making its way onto his face and whispered, "Never said it was." © 2012 All rights reserved

Watty Finalist: Mystery/Thriller, On the Rise I see him vividly in my head. Him. The guy who calls himself A for whatever reason. The guy dressed in a black cloak with a hood that makes his face look like an endless sea of darkness. The guy whose voice is like velvet; so smooth; yet so deep and dark it sends chills down my spine every time he speaks. The guy whose simple words and actions are enough to send my heart into a frenzy. The guy whose black-as-night eyes captivate me day and night. The guy who enjoys teasing me and making me angry, like it's one of his new hobbies. The guy who has the power to make my legs turn to jelly in an instant. The guy whose past is so deep, dark, and bottled up that it scares me. The guy who spends most of his time stalking me; visiting me at night. The guy whose arms hold me so tight and securely. The guy who evokes feelings in me that honestly scare the hell out of me. But he's not just a guy. He's a criminal. The criminal that calls me cupcake.