a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」

one was shy, the other was sad, together they were the two who loved art, both with rosy cheeks and caring hearts. [highest ranking]: #4 in short story 6.24.15 book one of the "nameless" series

"I'm fine, I swear." "Everything's good." "I'm okay." The words just slide out anytime people ask her. But in truth, quiet teen Patience Phillips is finally tired of lying....to herself, at least. Tired of the constant abuse, sick of the fear, disgusted with living as a shadow of the vibrant girl she once was. So for once, hitting her breaking point leads her down a new path: Toughen up, and serve PAYBACK. As fate would have it, opportunity comes kicking and snarling in the form of Dean Sawyer, a notorious classmate whose caustic reputation at school doesn't hold a candle to what he REALLY gets up to in the dead of night. The perplexing girl comes bulldozing into his life at the very worst time, with demands that tell him she's in way over her head. Teach her how to fight? She must be insane. He's got bigger things to worry about than this alluring little brunette, whose clearly keeping secrets. But then again, no one ever said he was known for good decisions..

Because what's a girl supposed to do when the nation's youngest millionaire stumbles into the same elevator as you, his face lined with bruises and tears? Certainly not take him in for the night.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of friends - Everest Finley becomes the ultimate social outcast after failing to take his own life. Dejected and alone, he starts his last year of high school by acting out, determined to ruin his golden boy reputation after his best friend and girlfriend both turn on him. But to his surprise, resident loner Beverly Davis reaches out and tries to befriend him. Ever the optimistic, her empathy and persistence eventually convinces him to spend time with her, and the two slowly bond over their complicated family lives and a love of singing. But even as their budding friendship begins to hint at something more, Everest continues to struggle with depression and unhappiness. Can a simple pact between the two truly encourage him to find something worth living for? Content and/or Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions and descriptions of depression and self harm. -SKY

As an old dead guy once said, "And though she be but little, she is fierce." A self motivating journey dedicated to the short girls, tomboys, weirdos, and outcasts, where a lonely, girl in Bel Air shows the society that big things come in small packages.

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.

❝Photography has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them❝ When Cecilia Miller finds out that her dad's new fiancée might have possibly seen her hidden stash of photographs, she knew her pictures were no longer safe. What follows on next is the search for a new safe house and when she finally finds one, let's just say that Cecilia Miller might have stumbled across a not-so-empty safe house. #58 on Teen Fiction copyrighted. ©. 2014. carterjenson

"Just," he pressed his lips to mine, "this one time." I breathed out, leaning in to him at the feeling of his touch. "You've said that the past three times," he chuckled, pressing my back into a wall. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around him, muttering "Let's face it, you're my little sex nerd." "Just because you can't get laid by anyone else?" I smirked. This made him shrug and instead of responding, he kissed me. -•-•-•- "What do I get out of it?" I asked, pressing my books closer to my chest. He laughed, leaning against a door. "Reed," he started, "Sweet, sweet, nerdy little Reed. You get to indulge in the mental and physical images of this," he gestured down his body, "gorgeous being." I sighed, mentally making a list of both pros and cons. I guess it wouldn't hurt; it's not like we're going to get married from this, right? "Fine, whatever, Elliot." He grinned at me, before slowly backing up. "Thanks, nerd! Be . . ." He looked around to see if anyone was in hearing distance. When he realized that everyone but us had left Uni, he spoke once again: "Meet me at mine tonight at six o'clock." -•-•- I hadn't seen anything bad coming from it, I honestly hadn't. Little did I know that I would end up in such a mess. And it's all because of Elliot Winters wanting me to be his little nerd with benefits.

I love the players. He loves the game. (CONFUSING-THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK SO IT SUCKS. WARNING. ONLY ON WATTPAD FOR NOSTALGIC PURPOSES. Written and completed on June 2012. Rewritten version now available on my profile called 'The Accidental Partner') #69 in Humour and #100 in Romance Important Note: Readers are wondering why I will be revising/remaking this book. It is because I regard my novel with a critical but not cruel eye, for it is a work of my one-and-only imagination and deserves to be made even better.