He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.

"Help me," a frightened voice whispered. "STOP CALLING, especially at 2AM! It was fun but nothing special, a o-n-e n-i-g-h-t s-t-a-n-d." "Wait, what happened last night?" The boy stifled a laugh, through tears. "Superman lost his spandex's-wait who is this?" "Batman." - A boy made it his mission in grade eleven to add everyone in his grade as contacts. They all had a emoji for their contact name, unless they held significants to him. e.g: :) = 04 982 562 789 Now, two years into college, life is killing him. Literally. So he calls someone in his contact list, not knowing who, just asking for help because he was holding a bottle full of sleeping pills. He was the top jock, quarter back on the football team. Now he's no one.

"Seriously, my phone just had to die right now? I wish I'd charged it this morning," A girl with auburn hair falling over her eyes grumbles to herself. I glance around and there's no one in the aisle besides me and her. I make small movements with my pointer finger. "It's turning on? What the fuck? It's at 30 percent? Oh Lord thank you. I don't know how that worked but thank you, thank you." I smile as I pick up my Hershey's and move to the self checkout counter. Now I don't want to boast but that was me. I granted her the wish of having more battery in her phone. How exactly you might ask? Well it's simple. I'm a genie. Pretty cool yeah? And no I'm not some Aladdin's fucking slave or whatever. No hate to Aladdin, but genie's should have rights too. And no I do not live in a lamp. I'm a free genie, which means I can grant anybody anything if I want to.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." "Oh, shiitake mushrooms." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #1 (19/04/18) 2016 Fiction Awards Finalist © 2015 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

"He talks about you a lot, you know?" She said, her smirk clearly audible in the inflection of her voice, making me blush. "What does he say about me?" "Good things but nothing I ever doubted. Sometimes when I'm on the phone with him, he tells me about his day and when he gets to the part about you, I can hear his smile." ________ She was a sophomore. He was a senior. They had a budding romance that would lead them into becoming high school sweethearts...or so everyone thought. Hadley Summers and Milo Jensen had a special connection that was certain and unprecedented. Their flirty mannerisms and late night chats that lasted until the early hours of the morning led to a belief of having a promising future together. But the day of Milo's graduation brings the end to their blossoming relationship. After three years, will they pick things back up from where they left off, or will it become a "what if" memory? Started 9/26/18 #1 in heartbreak #4 in romance #2 in love #2 in teen #1 in couple #1 in undiscoveredgems

[Completed] A girl like her, a guy like him, what are the odds? ~♡~ Meet Ethan Dave. Star quarterback, straight-A student, adored by everyone, and not to forget, looks resemble a Greek god. Meet Jessica Hale. Valedictorian, queen of nerds, certified wallflower and roams around with baggy T-shirts and a chocolate croissant. When a surprise birthday plan gets them talking, sparks fly and they soon realize maybe the odds are in their favor. -A dialogue story- Highest ranking: #1 in Lame [30.08.2021] #13 in Dialogue [04.11.2020] #117 in Short Story [02.03.2021]

It was supposedly to be only a prank call out of boredom, but I guess life had other plans in mind.