Another lonely day of cleaning up shit in the porcelain prison of the bathtub. The scrubbing bubble wished for someone to share some time with.

I was twelve years old the first time I saw Parker Wells. I was fighting with my earring to put it in its place in my ear in front of my mirror; a look of sadness possessed my features, thinking about every thing that was wrong with my face and the few possibilities I had to fix none of them. His face appeared in the little reflection. Through the window behind me, I could see his house and his car beside it. He was in the drivers seat and I could hear the truck's noise. He looked grown up, and I was a just a girl. He was looking at me intently anyway. I never thought you could long for someone that bad just by a look. I sadly never saw him again, but I dreamt of him every night. Maybe, if I'm lucky, he'll be my prince and save me. After six years, I got tired of waiting. If he won't show up, I'll be my own prince. I'll save myself.

And our job here, my friends, is to break those stigmas that so many stories have set. May be cliché to want to break clichés but oh well. We read, a lot, and we criticize, also a lot. So we chose all the things we don't like about stories and we decided to make them right. Wanna give it a shot? Click on 'Start Reading' and join us on this roller coaster of feelings that knowing us, will probably end in disaster. Happy reading. Much love, -E, -L and -M. Nina is a 21 year girl who loves books, drawing, jazz and anagrams. She had to run away from Boston, scared even of her own shadow. Now she's living in the busy streets of Manhattan, accompanied by her best friend Dylan. Saying that Nina is annoyed when Dylan drags her to meet again with some of his old classmates would be a misunderstanding. She never would have guessed though how good and bad at the same time meeting them again would be for her.