"why are you back again?" "donut worry about that." "..." "..." "did you just-" "yup." #9 in short story [081217]

Perhaps someday these words will make up for the bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights. [H.R: #13 in Poetry] beautiful cover by: @-averagesky

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

❛ In which Johnathan is given a second chance to love and to lose her again. ❜ Ranked #393 in General Fiction 【I Survived The Most Brutal Review】 【Winner of The Brigade Choice Awards for SS】 【Winner of Star Writing Awards for GF】 【Winner of The Undiscovered Awards for GF, Original At Its Core and Straight From The Heart】 【Winner of Rose Awards for GF】

After being afflicted with depression at an early age, 17-year-old Mae finds a way to cope through diary exchanges with her best friend. Using an old leather-bound journal to jot down every instance of pressure, joy, and bitter strife, even this solace seems to be no match for constant break downs. Mae thinks no one notices when she stifles tears in the back of art class. But someone does. Maybe it's high time Mae realizes that even though crying sucks when someone else sees it, that's all the more reason they deserve to know why.

Tale as old as time. Instagram: tearainandlove Highest ranking: #1 in Short Story (July 13, 2015) Highest Rankig: #132 in Romance

After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]