“Love’s like a bullet. It’s fast. It’s furious. Sometimes you can’t see it coming. You can run from it. But you can’t dodge it. Unless someone stands in your way…” Growing up, Callie Tollson had always admired her older brother, Clay, for being exactly who he wanted to be…despite the consequences he faced doing so. With their roles reversed, Callie had always been the one to stand up for Clay when he was in harm’s way. She always thought this was enough. She thought she was able to protect him. That is until he turned the tables and unleashed harm back on those who had done it to him. She couldn’t understand why, being the one who stood up for him the most, she was the one he picked as the receiver for the final bullet in his gun. Now she’s the most feared girl in school with a haunting family tie to keep her stuck in the halls of Riverton High. As she tries to survive the rest of her junior year as the sister of the boy who brought a gun to school, she soon realizes she owes nothing to the boy who turned on her and everything to the boy who saved her life.

Things have changed since Kyle Donovan was a kid. When you happen to be a famous rockstar, what you ate for breakfast has already been broadcast to the world before you've even had a chance to digest it. The hashtag gangs own Twitter and the fans have all the power. And now, unfortunately for Kyle he's trapped in a lift with one and the lights have gone out. I'm your biggest fan.......

'I know enough of the world, enough of men, To know that what’s beyond’s beyond our ken.' - Faust Goethe. Gee is a short story that I sincerely hope you enjoy. Highly appreciate feedback! :)

One day, author John Green finds Benedict Cumberbatch hiding in his office. Many of us would be happy with that. But what do you do when Benedict is convinced he is Sherlock, and that the television show Sherlock is a ruse set up by Moriarty and must be shut down? You call your brother Hank, who has many hot tubs, and you think of a plan to get Benedict Cumberbatch home. But the path back to the set of Sherlock is not an easy one, or a fully clothed one, or one that can happen on dry land. Benedict doesn't seem to know that there is more than one John in the world, and he believes all of the fanfic he has ever read. Also, Doritos.

❝Be yourself.❞ They say. Except what they really mean is, ❝be the person we want to see.❞ Jaime Carvalho is done with all of that because it's not always rainbows and butterflies in the world of acceptance. -- short story #19 | teen fiction #100 09/12/14 Cover Art: @ambhus_art // Amber Quinonez Design Completed 8/16/14

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

Five leather bound journals. Engraved with our names. Thin green ribbons to mark our places. Beautiful on the outside. Tragic on the in.

Camp NaNo Novel ~ "Home is where my mom drowns herself in alcohol. Home is where my dad brings home women in the middle of the night. Home is where my sister does drugs and no one cares. Home is where my brother smokes and sells the things he steals. And the headlines all read, "The Perfect Celeb Family: The Millers". The story of the walking oxymoron, and all the contradictions that come with her.

Leonard wants to bequeath his tattooed skin to the National Gallery of Australia. He has been almost completely inked by one of Australia's best contemporary artists, but he is a canvas that nobody wants. Strange things start happening to Leonard, Darwin's moth, a tattoo from his calf, flutters around him one night, he wakes with a Cold War gas mask on his head, Mao Tse Tung appears in his bed. Tattoos from his skin come alive before him and he becomes more convinced than ever that his skin is truly precious.

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.