“I’ll get it!” I shouted loudly and skipped down the hall to the front door. When I opened it, I looked around, but no one was there. A loud cry sliced through the silence on my porch, and I looked down to see a baby in an old, beat up laundry basket. Surprised and somewhat panicked, I looked around to see if this was some sick joke, or if maybe someone forgot something in their car and went to get it, but my street was empty of any signs of life and the winter air was chilling, there was no wonder people weren’t outside. The tiny baby was wrapped in a thin blue blanket, with nothing but a little tag that read: Dashiell, born 7/9/12 in sloppy writing. Again I looked around before hesitantly scooping the small being in my arms and dragging the carrier behind me, the cries finally stopping with the feel of my warmth wrapped around him. “What’s taking so long?” Shiloh called from the living room. Without a word I slowly walked into the room and stood in front of her, the baby boy nestling into the crook of my arm. “Awwwwwe how cute! Lemme see! Whose baby is it?” I just stared at her blankly, unsure of what to say, but instead of saying anything I pulled the bin from behind me and blinked at it a few times, trying to register what had just happened. A few moments passed, filled with silence and many looks of confusion and deep thought. “Cadence? Where’s the baby from?” She asked again, and I realized that there wasn’t silence, but I had tuned her out. “I- I don’t know.” * Cadence Mathis was having a normal girls' day with her best friend, when the doorbell rang. Who would expect a baby on their doorstep? There were so many what-if's and Oh-my's and Holy-crap-what-do-I-do's going through her brain, all while her parents ignored her calls. Though she fights against getting attached to the little one, what willl happen when her parents come home and their reaction isn't so sweet? This isn't any average teen mom story

Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

"Cay, will you look at me?" I turned around and lifted my eyes to look into his. His arms were braced on the counter and he was looking at me sideways. The glow of the light coming from the living room and into the kitchen gave his face an otherworldly impression. I waited for him to continue. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Cay... Just so you know... I wanted to do it. Right there, a while ago. But you know why I couldn't, and why we shouldn't." There was a pain in my chest at his words. But I just gazed at him, unsure of what to say. He was right. It would be a mistake. And no matter how many times my weak heart and frail mind wanted him to kiss me, it would be selfish, not to mention immoral. In the end we would both regret it, and that would hurt the most. © rainthereader 2012 All Rights Reserved

Olivia is 18 years old and just graduated high school, with her best friend Isabella. Olivia has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect best friend and will be attending the perfect college in the fall, Oxford. What more can she ask for. But will this last? What will happen when she meets the famous Liam Payne? Will he make her life better, or will he make it even worse?