"Are you joking?" "No." "So you really wrote a hate letter to Aspen Hale and it accidentally ended up in his locker?" Carson Mathers didn't mean to write a hate letter to the school's golden boy, Aspen Hale -- okay, maybe she did. But she didn't mean for it to end up in his hands. She also didn't mean for her to like the rush of adrenaline she got when she delivered the next couple of hate letters. And she certainly did not mean to set up a bet; for her to write seven letters over a course of one week, and for him to try and catch his hater by the end of the week. But Carson doesn't mean to do a lot of things (like falling in love). [humor #107 / teen fiction #137] cover - @aciddaisies_ | © pufflings - two thousand & fourteen |

This is not a story for the soft hearted. This is not a story for the closed minded. This is a story for those with a little of the Devil inside. "The sadness of music sifted through me like grains of sand; every note fell into the cracks of my bones and wedged its pieces, becoming parts of me. The melancholy tasted bitter-sweet on my skin; every piano key carried the flavor of his chapped fingertips. The exquisitiness of the soul harmony softened my armored heart; it stripped it bare, delicate, exposed to Apollo who wished not only to be a warrior with a bow, but also to pierce hearts with a song." A new age story of Gods favourite angel, and of one naive girl who still believes in fairytales and forever afters.

Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

Annabelle Kennedy is a normal sixteen year old unaffected by the craze of internationally famous Xavier Matthews. Annabelle won't let an eighteen year old pop star distract her for her ambitions of being a musician. Xavier Matthews doesn't know who he is anymore. His management has taken control of his very soul, so much so he doesn't like the music he makes. Organised by his management (AKA. His dad), Xavier Matthews is the star of 'his' reality TV; The Search for Cinderella. 100 completely random school girls will come to sunny California to the mansion where the games will begin. The aim; to be Xavier's date to the grand ball. He thought it's going to be just another crappy TV show, until Annabelle Kennedy gives him a rude awakening.' (JUST A FRIENDLY REMINDER that i wrote this however many years ago when I was 14 years old lol. Prepare yourself for a cliche filled, poorly edited book). I

Emma is a professional clown. Which is just perfect, because she thinks she's falling in love with a guy who never smiles. Emma is willing to do anything to change Jesse's life to make him happy. Except, Jesse already has a family and too many dark secrets to count. Can the girl with the happy soul change the guy with the battered one? Nobody knows, but she's sure as hell going to try. (This is a short novella centered around Jesse from Pretty Bad Things. None of the characters from PBT will be mentioned (except maybe Harvey!), therefor you don't have to read PBT to enjoy Jesse's Girl)

Warning: This can be very awkward and random and of course, hilarious. Read at your own risk. :P

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

Seventeen-year-old Reed had never believed in the concept of destiny and love, so when her best friend dragged her in a search for their "soulmates" one Saturday night, Reed knew it wasn't going to end well. She couldn't have been more right, seeing as: a.) Her best friend, convinced she had found her soulmate, disappeared with some random guy. b.) Said best friend had Reed's purse and the car keys, leaving her no choice but to accept said random guy's friend's offer to look for their missing companions together. c.) Said random guy's friend was annoying, arrogant, and recklessly impulsive. d.) Oh, and he was hot, too.

A kiss is a touch of the lips. In this day and age, there are so many different types of kisses, just thinking about them could make anyone's head spin. If you're one of the lucky ones, a kiss is a beautiful thing; heart pounding, toes curling, hands getting lost in the fray, and the undeniable feeling of euphoria when it's just right. Eleanor Winters dreams of having that one kiss that will send her over the edge. She wants the whole package; toes curling, passion inducing, with her heart pumping so fast it may just jump from her chest. To Eleanor a kiss that means nothing doesn't count. She has never had a kiss that actually meant something and with the track record she has... she's all but given up. Until she has the unfortunate run in with high school heart throb Hunter Evans; all because of an unfortunate game of Truth or Dare that turned into riveting game of Never Have I Ever. Hunter loves a challenge and Eleanor is definitely classified as one. He bets that he can give her at least one mind blowing kiss, and she of course doesn't believe it. But Hunter Evans is not one to take no as an answer. She gives him 15 days, he promises 15 kisses. Eleanor and Hunter are about to learn that there's so much more to a simple, mind blowing kiss. And the repercussions are even greater... But hey, what's the worst that can happen? © All Rights Reserved. QuietTeardrops 2014.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)