Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score you will have a charmed life; well fed, well-rewarded, spoiled. But fall below eighty and you're labelled Flawed, and life will not be so kind. Hannah is adopted by a Flawed family when her birth parents choose their social standing over their daughter and endures a life of struggle, hunger and service. One day Hannah is escorted to the regional government office and told that the Consultant who delivered her, who labelled her Flawed got it wrong! Now, she is being relocated back to her birth parents, to live as one of the Ninety-Five- all medically and legally judged as perfect. Entering this new life Hannah has an impossible decision to make which puts not only hers, but the lives of everyone she cares about at great risk. "The Numbered- where no one wants to be number one". Authors notes: -This is a first draft of my story and will be edited soon. -2013 Began writing Flawed -2015 Watty Winner/ Named changed to The Numbered -2016 Completed The Numbered -2019 Optioned by eOne for development into a TV show.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

There was a time, thousands of years ago, where men's worst fault was caring for each other. So God created a test in the form of a room. A plain room, a nearly empty room. The one thing men can't stand is being alone, and alone in small a small would drive a human being mad. For centuries, Oscar McBride had been stuck in this room; all so no once else would have to suffer the consequences of being alone. But one day God offers Oscar a job, and if he completes it, no one will ever be put in the room again. Oscar must become a Comforter. [cover credit to chrvches]

she loved you, the way the stars miss the sun in the twilight. endlessly. - her

Sometimes you can't even trust the very best of your friends. [Mystery/Thriller #103 12/13/14] [Mystery/Thriller #107 12/12/14] [Mystery/Thriller #83 12/11/14] [Mystery/Thriller #109 - 12/10/14] [Mystery/Thiller #144 - 12/9/14] [cover credit to blindsighted]

What happens when you finally find the person that has been appearing in your dreams?

Ariel Brooks lives a good life. She has an amazingly large house and a wonderful puppy and a great best friend. She even has one thing that most teenagers would die for- her own house. Well, not technically, but she does live by herself. Her dad is always away on business and her brother is out of the house, so she has the house to herself. She does what most people would do in this situation- parades around without pants on, drinks milk out of the carton, and plays her music way too loud. Ariel isn’t particularly happy about being alone so much, but she doesn’t complain because she knows that she has a good life. That is, until her best friend asks her for a favor of all favors and it changes Ariel’s perspective on everything.

"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."