Leah Preston was a normal 17 year old girl, until she wakes up and finds herself staring at her own lifeless body. She has no idea what happened to her or how she died, and the only person who can see her is her sworn enemy Jared. Neither of them have a choice, they must put their differences aside in order to find out what really happened to Leah and how she died, or better yet, who killed her, while at the same time fighting each other and the feelings they are beginning to develop. ©makeandoffer

a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」

story #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-

What happens when a heartless boy receives letters full of love? Is his heart brutal enough to not melt even after reading them? And what if it does? But why would anyone write love letters to someone so drowned and spoiled as Jeremy? He lives alone in the suburbs of New York, away from everyone. Just 19 years old but everybody hates him. Yet he receives letters full of love and emotions daily for nearly 2 months. Why? While reading this book just remember "Words do create magic." Cover by me! All rights reserved.

«I love telling you what I feel without you listening to me» This story is originally written by @booksforevah (its Spanish writer) I'm her official translator and I'm translating her story to English because she's my internet best friend and I loved her story. Cover credits to my other internet best friend @harrytakeacat, thank you so much.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

"You're a pile of poop." "You're a fountain of pee." Dialogue Story

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a boy with an anxiety disorder and a girl with anorexia share laughter together through passing notes. [lowercase intended]

Dear Nobody, I need someone. *Scribbled on closet wall* *IMPORTANT* None of this actually occurs in my life. I don't feel this way and I hope I never will. This is a story created from my imagination and some things I know about depression. LOL this is my first story. I know it's really weird and some things probably don't add up. But it's my first completed story and I thought (since it has so many views and votes) that other people's would like it. So here ya go. Enjoy my dudes. Vote, comment, follow ~K