Lauren hates everything but most of all, she hates herself for letting her go.

Winning Chick Lit Weekly Prompt 14. A gorgeous guy walks into the restaurant where a lonely girl is having dinner... 1,666 words in two chapters

★ NOW PUBLISHED! ★ Hookup Culture Noun The idea that casual sexual encounters are the best or only way to engage sexually in college, a set of practices that facilitate casual sexual encounters, and an organizational structure that supports them (Lisa Wade, American Hookup 2017). As a sociology major researching nightclubs, Laney Emerson finds hookup culture to be just another socially constructed phenomenon that is worth questioning, analyzing, and concluding about. As a twenty-something college student, Laney also finds herself immersed in the culture of hooking up, in which physically getting naked is often easier than admitting how you feel. © 2020 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting |ORIGINALLY A Short Story One-Shot (Walk of Shame) that received an HONORABLE MENTION in Romance Contest #12: Songspiration| *This story contains explicit language and implied sexual content*

Written for @RaeKitano lgbt short story challenge. The challenge was to create a story about a character who has locked him or herself in a bathroom and the events that followed.

Sequel to 'That Girl' May's a tiny bit less different now. She still seems to always be in the spotlight and adored by all, but now I know who she is. About a week ago, I'd watch her from afar and admire her in all her splendor. Now, I can admire her from up-close; watch her as she simply lives. Now, I know that her favorite chocolate bar is the Hershey's Cookies 'n' Cream, that she hates bottled water and that she'd give anything to see a heavy metal concert.

When a normal town event becomes a possible romantic summer adventure for a small-town girl who can't help but approach someone she finds beautiful. This is my first romance ever written, so don't be too harsh! Thanks for reading! (Written Summer 2014, Edited Summer 2015)

Dear Violet, I miss you... It's only been a week or two while you've been gone but I miss more than I think I ever have before. To be honest I thought I was getting better, I really and truly did. I believed I was getting over you and your sweet smile and beautiful big pale blue eyes... But I guess it's evident that I'm not right? Maybe one day I'll actually send these to you but I doubt it. I mean what would you think if the girl you've been friends with since grade eight, the girl you've shared a bed with at sleepovers and cried with in your most vulnerable moments, told you she was in love with you? (the part fiction part fact short love story that I can't get out of my head. In a way I hope you never see this but I also hope that you do.) WARNING this is a story surrounding a girlxgirl relationship if you don't like that please don't read :) hope you enjoy if you do xx

She is different. In a good way. The kind of different that attracts people like me. She isn't exactly an outcast, because she deliberately decided to have no friends and be alone. Trust me, she could have anyone she wants as a friend or significant other, she just doesn't want too. She is different.

A drunken stumble, a lost love, where will this night lead to?

"I should've built a home with a fountain for us, the moment that she told me that she was in love." - The Water Fountain, Alec Benjamin (Synopsis inside) Copyright © 2017 Millie Morgan. All Rights Reserved.