Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

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...

Detective Riley Swanson has been with the Upside City's police force for a decade. Five years of detective work is nothing when the city itself hardly gets eventful. The city's luck runs out when it becomes the new area for dealing a drug called Daze and the main target for a rising serial killer, The Hangman. While Upside burns in this new hell it becomes, Riley deals with his partner for the case, Hal Berghim, a demoted special agent. Can the two work while their feelings grow for each other? The chase for the Hangman begins. This is a Mystery/Romance (because I have no idea how to categorize for my own sake). Vote and comment if you actually stick to the end. [completed - will be edited later]

They call us the Pyros. We are just like Them-in size, in manner, in form. We speak the same language. We walk by the same synchrony of nerve and flesh and bone, and more importantly-intention. One leg out in front of the other. Switching legs, and repeating. We breathe the same way as Them - the involuntary movement of muscle, the rising of our chests, the filling of our lungs. We may require more oxygen than Them, but in the end, oxygen is a luxury indispensable to both kinds. We share the same senses, for the most part. The sense of taste, of smell, of sight. The sense of hearing-listening to the melodious sounds of nature, music, and laughter intertwined with the cacophony of the city during the day, and the wolves that howl at night. We share the sense of touch-of intimacy, of sensation, of emotion. And the sense of betrayal, and the agony that accompanies it. My mother used to say that the Humans had accidentally destroyed their past home, and had nowhere to go. They needed a place to stay, and We had our home to offer. We welcomed them to Ignis, with open arms, and all-too-trusting smiles. I don't believe in accidents. And subsequently, betrayal became the only sense We knew. -- It was only a matter of time before Humans completely destroyed the Earth. With the weapons they amassed, and the pollution that wreaked havoc on the environment- it was in inevitable their home would become uninhabitable. That was the genesis of the Great Migration. Hundreds of millions of Humans were relocated to the distant planet of Ignis, pre-inhabited by the native Ignites, a superhuman species. At first, there was unity. Ignites and Humans lived peacefully among each other, without problems. Then, there was discrimination. And then, there was genocide.