"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

My name is Camilla, but you can call me Cam. I don't deserve the pretty name. At least, that's what he tells me. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

in which a suicidal boy, learns how to drown his demons from a girl who is learning to live with her own. [lower case for stylistic purposes] [highest rank - #124 in short story as on 11-12-2016] cover by - @crookednights

2014 WATTY WINNER!! (Collector's Dream Award for being one of the most want-to-read stories of 2014!). A Wattpad Featured story, and a Summer 2015 #WattpadBlockParty featured book! Undone Realms series: bk. 1 Out of countless realms in the multiverse, Clara is trapped in one that won't let her breathe. Her life consists of a hotel in a tiny pocket universe overlapping our own. Population: one. She doesn't know how she came to be there, how she can exist without breathing, or why she can see into the breathing world, but no one can see into hers. Nolan doesn't know any more about parallel worlds or pocket universes than Clara does. Running away from his abusive father, he finds work at the hotel. Depressed, Nolan wants to disappear as much as Clara wishes to be seen. There is little hope that they'll share anything beyond a palpable loneliness until the morning the barrier separating their planes of existence is breached and for the first time, Clara's unseen world is made visible. As Nolan is slowly drawn into Clara's breathless reality, he must decide whether the love of one person is worth crossing into a world that may never let him back into his own.

So this is where everything goes down. When the mind screams for freedom but the heart won’t let go from the key. When the imprisoned and innocent captive doesn't have more space available for all his painful memories and needs to breathe again in open spaces. However, the prisoner cannot get rid of the memories while the heart clutches the key like it’s the only thing worth living for. Who can judge him? He beats for that key. What he doesn't know yet is that if he holds it for much longer, it will only end in his shattering and the mind’s suffocation.

[FEATURED STORY] At school, they were nothing. At midnight, they were lovers. Because one minute after midnight... a rich girl and a boy who came from nothing found something they had in common. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #25 |

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

[hanya dipublish di http://wattpad.com/user/just-anny, jika menemukan cerita ini di situs lain artinya itu merupakan PLAGIAT/PENYEBARAN TANPA IZIN] Nggak. Gue gak pake nama pena untuk surat-menyurat dengan teman jauh melalui kantor pos. Gue bukan sedang terlibat permainan yang rasanya udah bukan masanya lagi itu. Gue hanya..., merasa terdampar di dunia maya. Tenggelam di dunia yang gue buat sendiri. Mungkin gak sih kita jatuh cinta dengan orang yang bahkan belum pernah kita temui? Mungkin gak sih dia yang maya bisa mengalahkan dia yang nyata? Ketika just-anny 'bertemu' dengan just-prama. copyright © 2014 by just-anny [status: belum revisi]

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