The beautiful die young.

"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."

"A boy wanders through a fictional world, yet wishes for companionship in the world of reality."

I wasn't the kind of girl to crash a wedding. Truly. But Chase Somers wasn't the kind of guy who should be marrying the wrong girl. And Angela Biltmore was absolutely, positively, the wrong girl. I couldn't get the Taylor Swift song out of my head. It was probably a good thing. A distraction. Well, no. The song was telling me what to do. Motivation, then. That was it.

Harry Potter text messages to help you get more of the wizarding world's magical charm! disclaimer//not all of these are mine

(One shot entry) What is it like to see in grays? What is it like to gain back the ability to see in color? And what is it like to slowly lose it all and watch the world fade to gray?

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

After getting her heart broken, she decides to email her ex- but she does not send it. Little did she know, he does the same thing. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.

This is the ending to Greyson's & Olive relationship & polychrome. "for northlane's oneshot contest for her awesome story; Polychrome"

A short story on what can live and die in an Icecream Shop...