treat me like i'm your worst lover. Copyright © 2016 by Ella S.

do you see me

❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

first voicemail: i'm sorry for calling right now but i'm in so much pain. and you would always tell me to call you when i wasn't feeling well. last voicemail: goodbye ashton birch, i belive that you will finally be able to rest in peace once your phone stops ringing. 「completed --- highest rank #24」

"I have a few guidelines for you, but don't worry it's not rocket science: 1. Do not talk too much around me. 2. Do not laugh obnoxiously around me. 3. Do not ask me too many questions. 4. Do not get into any trouble and drag me into it. 5. Do not interfere with my personal life. Do you think you can do this?" I'm not that bad of a person. I can follow rules, I mean I've been a good student since like kindergarten. "Seems easy enough." Like really, I'm not that bad. "One more thing," Alex looks at me straight in the eye, "never kick me in places that shouldn't be kicked. Ever. Again." Okay, maybe I'm not the best person in the world.

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

in which two music tastes meet

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.