1996, Woodbridge was predicting a future war and so a very powerful organization decided to implant a chipped weapon to all the children born that year so when the times of war came, all of them would be prepared and ready to fight with their own lives. That chip contained a powerful and poisonous mind controller which made the future warriors have the urge and the strength to fight. The instinct to kill and protect what belong to them. Their city, their country. 2015, the so predicted war approaches and with it, the poisoned chip starts making effect on those who were born in 1996. River is no exception, or is she? What if there was a malfunction with one of those chips? What if out of a million that malfunctioned chip was inserted in River’s head? _________ All rights reserved. copyright © 2015 irwinthegod Amazing cover by @leichter ♥

❝You can't cling to the past. Because no matter how tightly you hold on, it's already gone.❞

" I'm so very much attracted to you right now." He merely whispered, his breath grazing the shell of my ear; and it sent a series of shivers to crawl down my spine. And so, I snaked my fingers around the collar of his tee shirt, and pulled him towards me. I leaned closer. He waited. I waited. And then his lips curled into a teasing smile, a gleam in his eyes as I uttered my next words with sudden hesitation. "So kiss me, dumbass."

Every night in her sleep, Estelle Swan dreams of dying. Until April 19th of her senior year, when she dreams about the death of a boy she never met. And after that? Estelle never dreams again.

they met at 6:02, creating something magnificent. at 6:02 someone vanished. at 6:02 someone was found. and, at 6:02 someone lived. * * * * * * * *

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you know?" Jas snorts, finally withdrawing her hand from the table and turning back to look at me. "You don't even know him." xx Ford Wilson was in three out of four of Ava Jackson's classes. They had one mutual friend, did a project together once in sophomore year, and had the same lunch. When Ava's car had broke down, she had even ended up parked outside of Ford's house, asking for gas. In Ava's life, he was everywhere. And yet, she didn't notice him until he was nowhere to be found.

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"Curiosity kills the cat." One box. Three words. Would you open it if you were told against it? [Highest Rank: #139 in short story] Copyright 2015 By Angie All Right Reserved {#Wattys2015} {#JustWriteIt}