❝death, secrets, broken pieces.❞ • • • in which a girl talks to her dead best friend about why he was murdered, reminiscing on their past and revealing secrets she had kept from him. • • • ❝everything you have right now, one day it's all going to be gone.❞ 3/31/16 - 4/31/16 This story is saddening. Is known to make some people cry. Aka trigger warning. Don't drown in the feels, swim in them. highest ranking- #54 in short story Talking to the Dead Guy. Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved.

Once upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry

Ella was beautiful. Ella was fast. Ella was gone. Ella was never coming back.

It was just one day. One day that I met you. One day that changed my life.

You know that girl you called fat? She's been starving herself for God knows how long. You know that chick you called emo? She's been battling depression for years. You know that gal you bullied and whenever she would cry you would say "Aww is little Missy going to go cry to her mommy and daddy?" Her parents died a couple years ago and she's still grieving their death. The tiniest thing can hurt a person beyond words, but it can also shed light to a dark tunnel. This is Missy Vega's story about loss, hurt, betrayal and hope.

"How does it look?" "Ugly." She never knew he was lying. ********* This story deals with body image issues and touches on eating disorders. Please, if you have struggled or are struggling with these things or are uncomfortable reading stories about that, don't read this story. Thanks, Nat

❝it's all lies, darling.❞

❝ if a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know? ❞

They weren't supposed to meet. But life does that sometimes; it throws in a couple of new faces that bring you the utmost of joys in the most unlikeliest of places, and every now and then, you'll come across someone who changes you - someone who's genuine and wonderful and full of hope; someone who changes your perspective on the things that you had stored away in the cardboard box sitting in the dark corner of your closet, someone who opens up your eyes to new things; bright and beautiful things that you can't believe you hadn't seen before, someone who's iridescent. And once you meet them, nothing will ever compare.

"Whoa, Sawyer, your fucking pants are red, man." The color drained from my face and I tried to recall the last time I had my period. "Dude, are you bleeding from your dick? Should I call 911?" Fuck. •••• Being a girl is pretty hard. Being dared to disguise as a boy for a whole school year is even harder. Falling in love with a boy while being disguised as one is unbearable.