[Note: This story was previously known as 'We Are Young' and since then many things have changed. The first chapter is fairly similar in content, but the story following it is not.] Rian looks at me, the light of the fireworks dancing across his face and making his eyes glow. He smiles. "The way I see it is that, as far as we know, we only have one crack at life, and I don't want to regret anything. I want to make the best of the time I have, regardless of how long that that turns out to be." He turns back to the show. "I don't want have just had a life; I want to have lived it." The summer between her first and second years at university, Cynthia Stark, a shy and unmemorable girl, meets Rian O'Donnell, a lively Irish boy working in a florist. Having usually been the girl pushed into the background, Cynthia tells the story of how she becomes swept up in Rian's drug-like addiction to living. Each with their own battles, Rian and Cynthia teach each other the value of life and the people you meet along the way.

Rosie Walker is starting at her new school, terrified of what it will be like. But in a class with some very, very interesting individuals, what could go wrong? -This is pure randomness guys haha :) but hope you enjoy :) - (This fanfic contains Sherlock, DW, Merlin, Avengers, Harry Potter, Mortal Instruments/Infernal Devices, Star Trek, and some others XD) ~x~

Convinced for months that she’s been hallucinating, Thalia is not at all happy to find that Colt is very real. She thinks he’s a ghost, something he continuously denies, and is focusing her energy on getting rid of him, whatever it takes.

"That is all that is left of my humanity, Clara. An image with less substance than a ghost." He seemed to be genuinely upset. "What are you then?" "A Tsal." He said it bitterly, as if it were a painful memory that he'd rather forget. "A Tsal," he said again, "nothing more than a slave." Most people think that vampires are ruthless blood-sucking creatures. I thought so too, before I became one. Now I'm not so sure. Now, I'm starting to believe what they tell me about their purpose. This is my life, and First Death. Read on, and know that what I transcribe is the truth as it happened to me. My name was Clara. Now it is Klarae. Call me either one, I am beyond caring.

When Vincent Tucat learns he's to be robbed, he turns the tables on the thief to enhance his own reputation. However, in city ruled by thieves, burglary and politics often go hand in hand, and things are rarely as straightforward as they appear.

“A grizzled soldier at war with peace. A powerful wizard buried beneath the weight of failure. A street child with a knack for language, illusion, and mischief. A nobleman’s daughter unable to ignore the injustice all around. Two countries at war, twin sides of the same coin, each thirsting only for the taste of total victory. And between them all the magic, the runenotes, the spell song, the Great Song.The Longest Lament.”