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.

"Abby?" The torch beam swung towards a honack bush, the red berries glimmered in the light, some had been pecked off by an animal or bird, and a few lay scattered on the ground, smooth, shiny, and deadly poisoness. Deadly enough to kill a child. A little girl. The beam swung away back to the dirt road. Lucy and her little sister of five, Abigail were visiting their relatives in Norfolk for Christmas. The journey from their current foster home had been a long one, and they were tired and woozy on arrival. Their relatives had four children, Timmy, Jack, Katelyn and Joseph. They offered to take the duo on after their Mother and Father died, and they did, for a while. But problems arose and they found that six children were too hard to manage, and gave them back to the social services. Now Lucy and Abigail come once a month, and for events like Easter and Christmas. Abigail didn't know better, she didn't mind where she was as long as she was with Lucy, and Lucy was always with Abigail. Lucy never let her eyes off her little five year old sister. Never. Until that fateful Christmas Eve, where the mirror of Lucy's life shattered into tiny little pieces on a fluffy, cream carpet.

"I knew you were scared." "He tried to murder me, of course I'm scared." ----- A story about a game that no one wanted to play. {5SOS fanfic} By sadbadrad ideas for this book came from out of my brain. please dont steal them and claim they came out of yours

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

[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 |

Letters to you; you the boy I hate and love simultaneously.

"Take my mind and take my pain Like an empty bottle takes the rain And heal."

"Was it just too far to fall for a little paper doll?"

"You said you loved me, so why did you go away?"

I am terribly sorry to disappoint you but this isn't a story. This isn't fiction. None of this is made up. This is reality coming from an imaginative mind. This is my life.. in all it's flaws and imperfections, and tears and smiles and the rest of all those little loose ends. And I wish to share it with you. Because I don't want to feel alone.. and even more because if there happened to be someone out there who is the same as I am, I would really love to let them know that they are also not alone. You might just leave after reading that. But please don't. I'm just trying to fulfill my duty as a writer; to write and write and write. And write even more. And since my mind has yet to come up with a chart-topping cliché love story, I'm stuck with what I can do.. and that is to be here, writing about my thoughts, trying to create something beautiful out of the ugly monsters in my mind. - L.w.