❝He knew what he was doing. He wished he didn't.❞ a bully's perspective. Ⓒ 2015-16, paperhigh. Highest Ranking: #22 in Short Story [26/05/16]

"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."

Becca is back in the sequel to "How To Become A Spy" with double the drama and double the action. This time, after graduating high school and working for the RUA full time, she is assigned to a new case with Eric and tough agent Mackenzie - who isn't exactly happy with her presence. With things getting serious, the case takes a turn for the absolute worst leaving the team in a position they never thought possible. With Becca and Eric still unsure of where their relationship stands and struggles threatening to tear them apart, can the three work together to ensure their survival?

They reminded me of Peter Pan's Lost Boys, wild and rebellious, but all grown up in a way that could only be described in one word: sexy.

❝I think you're more of a goddamn female than I am, James.❞ | ❝Pfft, don't you know? The only thing straighter than me is my parking, Janice.❞ | Copyright © 2015 Sarena Akhter. All Rights Reserved.

A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19632442-reaper-man] Copyright S.Ranasinghe 2013 HG Wells Short Story Competition [shortlisted]

Uriah Walter never expected to see his ex-girlfriend, Louise Santiago, again after their nasty break-up three years ago. But he also never expected her to work for him in his business firm as an intern. The best part? She doesn't remember him. At all.

"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."

It's like she was screaming for help but no one would help her. Like she was trying to save herself from her own wicked mind. She was fighting against herself. Her words would fade, her tears would fall, and her wrist would be cut. Each cut resembling a problem of hers. And all her problem's some how revolved around Andy Mcqueen. He made her feel ashamed, low-leveled, psychotic, and suicidal. And when Carolyn killed herself, Andy wanted nothing more than to have her back. ›› full summary inside ›› completed

There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-