❝hi this is Panda Express, how may I help you?❞ ❝can i have one order of general tso's chicken? hold the chicken, double the vegetables.❞ ❝how in the world is that general tso's chicken?❞ ☂ lowercase intended. story inspired by many others. ☂ -- just a pinch of love #1 -- #339 in humor 1/2/15

from the unloved, to the unloved. © sonderingly

Now available as Audiobook on Audible India. Spring. It's the season to love, share, and find happiness. But for Tyler? Not really. To her, it's just another long boring holiday season going back home. Spending her spring break lazing around the home, doing homework, getting up to date with all her favorite TV shows, and baking endless amounts of cakes. What she didn't expect is for her mother to rent out their house for the break. And to none other than her school's swimming team. Suddenly Tyler finds herself surrounded by four, hot and gorgeous, forever half-naked guys and she can't help but think that this year her spring break would suck. Or not. And with her mother in full-on match-making mode, something is bound to happen. [Highest Rank: #1 in Humor] [Wordcount: 150,000-200,000 words]

Christopher De Rege is a gang leader that has women jumping at him from left and right. He would use them like tissue every night, but the next day he would always have an eye for one girl. Mia Bellerose is a bartender at the local bar, she always had a crush on Christopher but she knew that he would never talk to a girl like her. She is plain and flat compare to the girls that he socializes with. They all have curves and amazing bodies. One night something goes wrong and Christopher is there to save the day and that day he realized that he had enough watching her and he finally took some action.

Her mother is an alcoholic, her job sucks, her world is complicated, but that doesn't deter Rosalie Jean from her dreams of living a normal life. Unfortunately, she's about to discover that normal isn't who she is. With a stubborn attitude and a strong personality her ideals of a simple world are thrown into chaos when she is faced with the creatures she had only ever read about in books - vampires.

I'm pretty extraordinary (read: absolutely normal) for an average guy named Patrick- Patrick Kraker, and before you ask, no, I do not want a cracker; neither does Polly. Polly's sick of crackers. a) My summer job may or may not involve spray painting myself completely silver and standing motionless in the park. Of course not. b) I also may or may not be investigating and communicating with a homeless guy who is (possibly): one, not actually homeless and two, part of a cult of (probably) bloodthirsty satanic worshippers. *** Copyright © 2015 by unfurled All rights reserved #34 Humour Featured as of 28/04/16

It was another dream. So it seems. Slowly I wake, for real this time and scan my surroundings, as usual nothing has changed, the beeping of the machine connected to her, supporting her life, her limp ill looking body still lies in front of me. Looking lifeless, as usual the mere sight of it makes me sick, threatening another episode of hysterical cry from me, but I'm all drained of tears, I'm so tired my body aches, everything ache all over. It is borderline torture. Nothing is worse than this, this is the worse nightmare imaginable. I remember the very vivid dream I have before I wake, the feeling of her fingers brushing against my scalp, whispering her old endearment "claceypoo", oh how I wish they were real. I thought it was, I was startled awake--in the dream, how twisted was that? And then I wake and everything was just a ... christ. I wish all this is just a goddamn nightmare ... if it is, please wake me up dear god. I close my eyes briefly, my body giving out despite the fact that I just woke up, I rest my elbow on the mattress and sigh heavily, my breathing shakes from the tightness of my chest. And once again my prayer begins ... When will you wake baby? Please stop punishing me. Please wake up, please wake up and hate me, beat me to pulp like I deserve, Just please wake up, I can't do this anymore, The pain, it's slowly and surely Killing me. Loise baby ... please. I mantra, these prayers are my automatic thoughts every day, every time I wake up, it's becoming a pattern. It's exhausting. It's been more than two weeks, when will she wake up? When will I be able to see her eyes again? Her eyes that I long the most? How I missed her, oh god, please ... let her punish me while she's awake and alive and well, please I'll give anything. Even my life.

As if in slow motion he snakes his arms around a very tall stunning girl who looks like a goddess herself. Then all of a sudden he smashed his lips against hers... My chest tightens as I can feel my heart drop and break into pieces down by my feet. There it is my fear completely unfolding in front of my eyes. (the description is not very good but pls give the story a shot ) Cover by: ME edited by: SareenaDaredia #8 in HUMOR 06/07 #39in TEEN FICTION (04/29/15) © All Rights Reserved 2014 kreachermuch

"My eyes strayed to the top of the worn page, and I allowed a small smile to creep its way onto my lips. It was written on October 8th. That day was October 15th. Nina's plan was to kill herself on October 22nd. I could still save her. And I fully intended to do so." Astrid lives on the internet. It's where she's made all of her friends, after all, including her best friend, Nina Flores. Nina lives in Georgia, five thousand miles away from Astrid in France, but the distance doesn't keep them from their friendship. They're perfect together: Astrid being the calm, rational one and Nina being the happy, fun type, without a care in the world... or so Astrid thought. When Astrid gets a letter in the mail announcing Nina's intended suicide in nine days, can Astrid save her before it's too late and her best friend is gone forever? all rights reserved © the-booknook on wattpad

"Are you sure you love me?" "It's complicated." "It shouldn't be." --- Sequel to The Anatomy of Bad Boys.