{Highest Ranking: #1 in Short Story} Liam Walker's life changes drastically when he watches his best friend Allison Parker get hit by a car. The injuries are so bad that Allie ends up in a coma, leaving Liam devastated. He visits her at the hospital as often as possible, wishing for nothing more than to see her wake up.

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

Dear Kyle, It's been a long while and you still haven't written back. My parents say you'll never write back, that you're far away in Heaven. I heard that's where angels go, but the thought still confuses me. What I want to know is where this Heaven is. It makes me sad, Kyle, when you never told me you were leaving. But I'll keep waiting for you. I'll always wait for you. Your best friend, Amy * In which a little girl writes letters to a little boy. Mind you, these letters are in a kid's POV, so the prose isn't going to be as strong as my other stories.

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."

She was the girl with the bright red dress. He was the boy with the shiny teal gum.

Iris is just an ordinary girl who lives her life in London, England. When she gets fired from her job at "The Queen's Cafe", everything seems to turn around for her. What could be worse? Chris Martin is the famous lead singer of Coldplay who has everything he wants. The problem is, he doesn't have any ideas for songs for his latest album, Mylo Xyloto. One dark and rainy day, Chris discovers Iris sitting under a nearby tree in a park. Worried about her, he takes her into his apartment with the rest of the band. Then, friendships and trusts will form. What happens if they're broken? Will they finish the album on time?

BOOK ONE: BOOK OF MEMORIES BOOK TWO: TREASURES

Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those little drops are stories Every day I learn new things from this horror But I can turn them into drops of poetries. This is a compilation of my poems :)

She was the comet dying with wanderlust. He was the meteor that would take her through the galaxy.

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.