(Sequel to Dear Emmett.) Kennedy Valentine is on the run from her past. In an attempt to escape a toxic home life, she flees to a town she's never been to before; Hudson, Tennessee. There she meets Brantley Nash, a cocky cowboy that has a taste for trouble - and Kennedy. Cover by @redblacklady

A series of one-shot stories by yours truly.

On the outside, December appears to be a normal girl. She's got good grades, shy and quiet. But one thing about her is about as far away from normal as could be - she's a mind reader.

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

This is for all the people who's zodiac sign is a Taurus. Can you relate to any of these? P.S. I don't own any of these.

The thing about pain, it demands to be felt. Or at least that's what my boyfriend and Agustus Waters thinks. We had been together on and off since high school. He was the gorgeous football player and I was the cheerleader. Lucas and Hazel, it just sounded wonderful together. The abuse didn't start until about 2 years ago. He wasn't always like this, I promise. Ironically as it seems, my name is Hazel. Hazel Brooke Trottin.

Maybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, because in reality... we are society. I've come to realize that just maybe, were all meant to be a little insane.

When most people look back on their lives, they see that one defining event. The moment that changes everything. And my moment was him.