"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."

The most prominent difference, at first, was the newfound and unwelcome irregularity of my sleeping pattern. I was concerned in the beginning, however I did not feel the necessity to go to a doctor. Not that I could, if I wished it. Concern evolved into curiosity, during which I attempted to determine the cause of my insomniac tendencies. Stress was what I found to be most likely, however even during the witching hour, when I lie in a comfortable bed with my mind clear and my body relaxed, sleep would not come. Curiosity became frustration. During the day I was not exhausted, and I felt no fatigue. I was physically unharmed by this alteration, however it left my mind disturbed; if one no longer needed to breathe, they should still be left unsettled, as so basic a necessity was removed so abruptly without any clue as to why. There was no discernible explanation as to why this was happening to me. I soon discovered several other minute changes to my person, accumulating little by little over the course of the coming weeks. There was never any reason for me to be concerned, in the beginning. My arm was disinfected and stitched up cleanly, as I had been taught to do. Having lived here all my life, I knew there was no cause for alarm. After all, animal attacks happen all the time.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Three things you need to know about Theo Dawson: 1. Theo is a GIRL. 2. Theo has blue hair. 3. Theo is a babysitting goddess. Three things you need to know about Oliver Wood: 1. He's not a Harry Potter character (and therefore doesn't play Quidditch). 2. He’s on the swim team - and he likes to show off his rocking body. 3. He gets action - a lot of it. When Mr. and Mrs. Wood leave for their second honeymoon, they hire Theo to watch over seven-year-old Luna, eight-year-old Fred … and seventeen-year-old Oliver? Mr. Popular won’t like being bossed around by a blue-haired fairy-hulk, that’s for sure.

story #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]

story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-

story #1 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | eating disorder she just wanted to be skinny for him; she wanted to be the kind of girlfriend he'd be proud to have, even if he couldn't see her. he just wanted to see her, to be able to tell her she was beautiful and she'd know he was telling the truth, he wanted her to be happy. they wanted to be perfect for each other. and with that, they destroyed themselves. (some quotes aren't mine, lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2014 flawed- [Watty Awards 2014]

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

Victoria's life has been hell ever since she was little. Her dad abuses her constantly and her mother looks the other way. She feels lost in this world with no help coming her way, but one day she discovers a letter on her bed that will change her life FOREVER. This story is all rights reserved so back off! (: