[Camp Nanowrimo Project] They watched him grow up from the gaps in the floorboards. They waited for his dreams to die and his hope to wither. They fed on his dying childhood. They. The monsters.

"sanity is just an illusion."

Mara had always wondered what happened to people and their legacy after they've died. She didn't want to be forgotten that easily, all due to the stupid fact that everyone is destined to die at one point or another. To avoid being nothing more than a mark on the ground with a few mundane words in remembrance, she started filming her life until the day that her big break in Hollywood came knocking on her door. It would make a good start to a reality TV shows or a documentary, at the very least. When Ethel found the videos of the girl, she didn't know what to expect. What she certainly didn't expect to find was a girl so lost in the world of the bright lights that she began to see them as stars lined up in front of her and the only source of light in the whole world. How long could a girl last in a world full of fake smiles and how long can Ethel watch it go on for? All Mara wanted was to be amaranthine; for her legacy to last on for years and years after she hit the END button on her camcorder, but Ethel didn't know if that was even something a teenager could handle all on her own.

They weighed her down like a sweater that would never fit. _________________________________________________________ -editing, slow updates- Cover by @etherealinsanity

"A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you." -Elbert Hubbard ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ She was everything but fine. Being bullied has become a part of Gwen Patton's life, and all she ever wanted was a friend. Especially when every aspect of her life is miserable. So when she meets geeky and socially awkward, Max Henderson at Louis' Diner she intends on keeping the rumors about her and her past under wraps. But you can only pretend that everything is fine for so long until everything has been unraveled, then there is nothing left to do but to admit that you aren't, in fact, fine. ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ ✚ I squeeze his hand to let him know I'm fine and that what he said doesn't bother me. In fact I expected that from Pa and an earful when we see each other whether that be tonight or tomorrow. I know for a fact that Pa will not forgive me for ruining what little percent he thought he had at moving forward in his career. As we walk back to his house I murmur, "You look better without your hair covering up your beautiful eyes." He looks at me surprised. "Really?" he questions incredulously. I nod. "Why so surprised?" "Because m-most people find m-my eye color a bit-t odd," he explains. "Not me." He stays silent for a minute digesting what I said before he murmurs into my ear, "And you look your b-best when no one is p-pushing you to dress a-as somebody you're n-not."

What happens when one day a year you can go out and kill anyone you please -- with no consequences? It's up to you, stay inside and wait it out, or go out and join the celebration. Murder Day was my first dream turned short story, it inspired me to transcribe more of my subconscious wonderings and share them with you all. Some are frightening, some are sad, and maybe some day there might even be a happy one or two?

Just your everyday rambling and randomness!

Part guide, part rant. Everything I've learned on writing, from Wattpad, experience, or how-to writing books. Leave requests on the second chapter :)

Xyla is a young 17 year old girl who's trapped in an "asylum" where nobody has a recollection of the real world. They don't remember the warmth of the sun or the feeling of grass between their toes. Xyla is the only one who remembers, and she's desperate to escape and show the world the truth.