On the brim of eighteen, young adults around the globe aim to start the next chapter of their lives. Floods of applications to colleges and universities alike are sent in, all laced and dripping with the desperation of the future. They are made to make a decision that will leave a massive impact on both their lives and wallets when just a month ago they had to ask to use the washroom. In the eyes of Victoria Florence, it’s a decision she can’t make. She has no career she’s been dreaming about, no passion she needs to pursue. So how do you make a decision when none of the choices are standing out? To her they all seem the same. Well, it’s simple. You don’t make it. At least, she didn’t. She waved goodbye to her departing high school graduates and stayed behind. Now she in the race, she’s got her eye on the prize, whatever the prize may be. This year she’s determined to figure out her life plan, and along the way she runs into a tattoo covered hurdle on the track who just might help. Time to run this Victory Lap.

Diluent: Liquids used to thin down paint, such as turpentine or white spirit of oils and water for water-based paints. Or in this case, thinning down his opaque walls. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You knew him. I knew him. Whether or not it was that you simply knew of him, or personally. The boy who never failed to sit at the front of every class. The boy who never hurt a fly, and yet endured much more pain than he deserved. But something happened over the course of those two short months of summer before senior year. Something that might as well have altered his very core. Gone are the sweater vests and glasses, only to be replaced by tattoos and a bad ass glare. Hidden behind those newly inked works of art is the real Harry, and I’m willing to see through them. I’m willing to be his diluent.

“In life, there are turning points. Moments where the plan you had set for yourself is thrown into a blazing fire, leaving nothing but a scrappy piece of parchment with the edges singed and the words illegible. You can’t anticipate these things, so there’s no preparing. There was a time when I had it all figured out. It was my senior year of high school, and my grades were high and expectations rising with them. No one in my family had gone to University, and I would the first with a full ride scholarship to Queens. But I fucked it all up, in just one night. Hannah, one of my friends at the time, had thrown a big graduation party where the entire senior class was invited. We all wanted to end our four years together with a bang. Laughing, alcohol, lust, and mistakes. Here I am now, twenty years old with a fatherless two year old girl. Charlotte Isis Peirce, born September 13th 2011. My parents abandoned me, my friends isolated me, and University slipped through my fingers. But I will never regret her.” Riley Peirce is a twenty year old single mother, putting all her effort and time into making sure her daughter is happy and loved, while providing for both roles of mother and father. The only times she left Charlotte was when her neighbor, Red, would babysit while Riley went off to work at the little book store down the street. In a snap decision for a night out, she meets Emerson. A spoiled momma’s boy who has the world in the palm of his hand. He wants pizza? The private jet would depart in the next ten minutes for Chicago’s finest deep dish. In the mood for some new clothing? Italy’s top designers are only a speed dial call away. Responsibility isn’t in his dictionary, and it’s the only one in Riley’s. But after that one night, Emerson wants her. And he gets what he wants. So now he’s in for a Chocolate Chase.

a series of letters/rants i've decided to write for whoever's willing to read

Dreams are real. Imagine a world where your nightmares are someone elses reality. And then imagine walking into someones nightmare. And then imagine you killed a person, imagine you killed a person in your dreams. Imagine the person you killed was not supposed to have died that night. What happens when Sammy walks into a nightmare, a nightmare about him. Imagine you can see dead people. Imagine, death, blood, suicide, love, hate, birth, incurable diseases. Imagine a life where you could control a person. How is that possible? Domestic violence? "I never wanted to kill. I am not naturally evil. Such things I do, Just to make myself More attractive to you. Have I failed?"

Amelia Smith is your typical seventeen year old teenager. She is sarcastic, funny, and as any other teenager goes, she has taken life for granted. However, when her life unexpectedly becomes questionable, she reconciles over her life and the people consisting within it as she mentions her regrets, her promises, and her hopes. A regret towards her best friend, a promise towards her sister, and the hope of life as she begins her journey for the fight for her life.

Elizabeth was forced to learn a lot of hard lessons in life after one accidental night of passion. Despite the consequences, she was a survivor. Six years later the resident bad boy now turned home town hero returns and he has his eyes set on one woman. Caught up in the mayhem, can Elizabeth keep from repeating some of the same mistakes from her youth? Or will other unforeseen forces interfere turning her world into one wild, chaotic nightmare. This is a re-make of "The Wildflower" one of my first stories. There will be some minor changes but the plot will remain the same.

If you ever wanna meet a boy who is the spitting image of an actor, you might wanna pick another dream. Pretty boys don't always have such a pretty personality. Leander may have a cute face and a rockin' body, but he certainly is not the "southern gentleman" he claims to be. He doesn't think much of Kodi, either, not that she's distraught over it. Though she can't imagine why he would up and decide to hate her, either. Just when you think you're done with the small town of Lewisburg, Tennessee, there's another story that needs sharing. Leander and Kodi are an odd couple....perhaps that's why they aren't a couple at all. But perhaps people aren't always what they seem. [NOT a sequel to "Missed Me, Missed Me. Now You Gotta Kiss Me]

She could be considered a certified insomniac. He hasn't slept the whole night through because of circumstance. She's reserved and quiet at school. He's the silent bad-boy everyone admires. She loves photography. He loves his little brother. Nicole Evans and Caleb Shaw are two completely different people, but they may have a lot more in common than they think. Join these two night owls as they roam the city of Berkeley at night, discovering secrets not only about the city, but about themselves as well.

Violet is left in an orphanage after the tragic loss of her mother. When her faith leads her to New York City with the Clemons she discovers a new view at life, from caring guardians to a possible love. When she meets Seth and start to learn more and more about him, she can't help the undeniable attraction she feels towards him. Will Seth be able to heal Violet from the tragedy that she blames upon herself? Copyright © 2013 by Alexandria D'Antonio All rights reserved