Nina Greene has been crushing on her very best friend, Ethan Ford since they were kids, though he's unaware about her feelings. But in their sophomore year he's been distant with her and ignores her. Until he finally confesses to her that he's gay and has a boyfriend already. Heartbroken she accepts Ethan on who he is, but she feels happy for him. Now in their Senior year Nina is a different person and is no longer the happy and cheerful girl anymore. Instead she's an outcast and shallow. But what happens when heartthrob bad boy Damien Styles comes in the picture and takes interest in her? Why of all of a sudden is Ethan starting to feel jealous and is possessive around Nina? *Not a One Direction Fanfic*

about a girl who loved everyone and forgot herself along the way. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y

Loving someone who doesn't notice your existence is hard. Loving someone who loves someone else is even harder. But, darling, I guess that's love.

She has skin like porcelain. He is a shade like bronze. But when all their differences are put to the side... The Brown Boy and The White Girl indulge in the sparks between them. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #3 |

❝ i miss the way your name tastes like forbidden toxins on my lips. ❞ copyright - all rights reserved

Twisted stories for twisted minds. © All Rights Reserved e_l_i_t_a Ranked #4 in horror: May 17th

you said it would sting. //train tracks with miles// © 2015 flawed-

a collection of rants from real girls on their period. © savingjennifer 2014

Dear Library Girl, I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much. I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading. That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way. I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine. One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them. Love, Tyler *The body of this letter is not my original work, but rather a prompt for the story you are (hopefully) about to read. Enjoy! French translation on @ClesteVrld's profile!

a girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah