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Lobsters by Woowoowriting
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A story about two girls who are best friends, lovers, and lobsters. All at once.
A Gentleman's Guide to Hooking Up by rainbowbrook
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Casual sex is harder than it seems. In order to keep it safe, both emotionally and physically, Jake comes up with a set of rules.
The Definition of You and Me by cityscape
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In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.
When I Can't Do Anything Else by Dreamwald
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When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
He She It  by frankenwhine
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Lilly Martin is not model-material, but Adam Hiller is, and it turns out he likes to wear dresses when nobody's looking, and is in fact not a 'he' at all. When their school announces a fashion designing competition, Lilly decides to kill two (or three) birds with one stone and: 1) Win the fashion competition by making the best dress Edgley High has ever seen. 2) Help Adam (who prefers Eve, thank you very much) come out as the girl she is. 3) Annoy the bigots. (cover by @inevitxble)
Forget Friday by reboots
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When faced with a time loop, an adorable boyfriend, and impending death, you can, may, and probably will experience crazy stuff. But that's good; crazy is good. It means that something's going on. And that's what we need to have a story.
Remy Unenchanted by kierra97
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‘A seventeen year-old fairy godmother trainee gets a new assignment: The hottest GUY at school. Easy, right? Wrong.’ Magically poofing in somebody’s bathroom while that somebody is taking a shower is not the best way to start off a friendship—that, Remy learned the hard way. After screwing up her previous mission months ago, Remy, a teenage fairy godmother trainee, gets another assignment. And it’s not just another assignment: She’ll be having a MALE ‘godchild.’ To make it worse, he is the school’s hottest guy, a.k.a. Kyle Hughes. Oh, and let's not forget that she had a major crush on him since, like, forever. But when she magically appeared in his shower, everything went wrong. He hated her, he called her a pervert, he was convinced that she was deranged and mentally-retarded, and he didn’t want her help at all. But with Remy’s wish to have a full-on career as a certified fairy godmother at stake, she’ll do just about everything to find Kyle’s happily ever after, even if it did involve quite a few tricks, snakes, broken magic wands, more of her famous screw ups, nasty witches who are out to get her, and her heart breaking. Question is: What about HER happily ever after? Well, with her magic wand and her awesome poofing skills, anything is possible—NOT.
the stars by rhodes_
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gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
Transparency by crewneck
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One summer, five kids: a fragile dreamer, a moody pessimist, an aggressive feminist, a closet homosexual, and a modern-day aristocrat. © crewneck sept. 24, 2014 - adventure #120 nov. 30, 2014 - teen fiction #334
sleepless, loveless by cityscape
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"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.