Let Me Go ➝ The Maze Runner [1; Newt] ✓ 2014 Winner of the Wattys 2015 Hot Genre Award: The Fanfiction Feels! Also featured in the official Wattpad @Fanfic Maze Runner Fanfiction reading list. #470 in fanfiction - 03/10/15 Waking up in the Maze with no memory whatsoever, Rowan finally escapes the irrational creatures haunting the walls, to find herself lost amongst a civilisation of boys. Following an odd trail of events, Rowan comes to learn she was an experiment; operated on by an organisation called WICKED, she was given strange, telepathic powers and visions of what's to come. But as WICKED return to take Rowan away, Newt and the Gladers battle to keep her in the Glade. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of James Dashner. The main characters (Rowan) and the story plot are my property, along with other names and locations. No copyright infringement is intended.

"All you needed was for someone to paint you wings; to set you free from the memories that tied you down." ~~~ Emilia Anderson has spent far too many years shielding herself out of fear of being hurt by those she cares deeply for. After losing her parents in an unfortunate accident and becoming traumatized as a result of her manipulative, abusive ex-boyfriend, Jared, she constructed invisible walls around her to keep herself safe. The walls once seemed impenetrable to Emilia, that is, until she stumbles into the charming and tormented Ashton Irwin, who shatters them. Emilia takes a chance and allows Ashton to enter her life, only to discover that Ashton is also protecting himself from memories he can't escape. They're oblivious to their attraction to one another, but once their pasts make an unexpected and unwanted appearance, they can't deny their desires and need each other more than they really know. Together they learn how to detach themselves from their pasts, but it's easier said than done, especially when their pasts are relentless. ~~~ [A Wattpad Featured Story] Warning: This story contains mature themes such as: alcohol, violence, swearing and sexual content. (Ashton Irwin Fanfiction) © 2014 | rdysasi All rights reserved.

[Sequel to Paint You Wings] Sometimes the only way to set yourself free is by facing the one who held you down.

For Jessalyn and her mom, moving to the small town of Avondale, California seemed like the perfect decision; they wanted the new scenery but what they really needed was a new start. Jessalyn Hartley had always been shy and one to keep to herself, but now, as she enters her final year of high school at Crestview High, she's more determined than ever to stay hidden in the shadows. However, all of that may change when she crosses paths with the supposed bad boy; Cason Michaels, and figures out that maybe she just had to meet the right person to break her out of her shell.

Ed. Alice. She left him like a sunburn. Who was she? His songs tell a story about her. She isn't that much of a mystery.

"Love is as easy as ABC." That's what everybody Taylor has ever known has always seemed to tell her. Her family, her friends, even some of her past lovers. But if she's knocking down the letters of the alphabet, Taylor's already at Plan G, and she hasn't found success once yet. So if she's hunting for love, she needs to hunt down the seventh letter of the alphabet and the seventh love of her life. And perhaps if she takes a risk and simply stops trying, Taylor might find love in the most unexpected of places. {Written in 2013 by neeknoo. All parts of this story belong to me. Thank you so much for your support.}

AU! Jay finds a job in the local bar down the street from where he lives. The first night on the job, he is attacked and wakes up with two bite marks on his neck.Throughout the week, he does not feel like himself. Instead he has a craving for blood... and lots of it.

**UNDER CONSTRUCTION - This was written in 7th grade and I'm now graduated from high school with a few college credits under my belt. I'm fixing all of it.** A shiver raced down my spine and the air thickened. The other end of the alleyway wasn't far, but it didn't seem to be coming closer no matter how fast I walked. Humoring my paranoia, I glanced over my shoulder just in time to catch a fist to the face. I dropped to my hands and knees and stared at the ground in a daze. My jaw throbbed with each beat of my heart, hammering the side of my face. Strong hands gripped me and dragged me backward. We made considerable progress toward the other end of the alleyway before my dazed mind caught up with reality. I was being kidnapped.