"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist. How old are you?" "Um, I don't think it'd be the greatest idea for that blurry eyesight of yours to be treated by a guy your own age." "My own... oh no." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #4 (03/04/16) Wattpad Featured Story (July 2017) © 2015 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

Six teenagers are forced into one caravan to win the race to the other side of the country, unraveling clues along the way to reveal the next destination. And they decide to call themselves: MAROON SOCKS.

A BUNCH OF STUFF ELIZABETH ("please for the love of god call me El") THROPP DOESN'T EXPECT: 1. Her mom signing her up to be a counselor at her old summer camp ("I don't care if it's for extra credit, mom!"). 2. That children are this annoying ("no, you can't have another stupid cookie"). 3. Sharing a cabin with Grace Upland ("who's like, a total bitch"). 4. (Sure as hell) that she really doesn't mind it ("like, at all"). 5. Something else, but that's for later. [6. this story to be riddled with typos. seriously. it's blinding. read at ur own risk]

"Don't call me a villain, that's so bourgeois." I, Declan, am not a villain. It's so bourgeois. Like, what makes a villain? The costume? The laugh? The moustache? Well, I don't have any of those, at least, not the moustache. I am what you can call an 'Anti'. No, not the anti-hero, it's still got the word hero. Why's everything got to be so black and white? For example, the media seems to believe that if you're the one going against the person who likes to rescue cats from trees, you spend every waking moment only doing that; plotting their demise. Well, newsflash, I'm actually a human being! I have obligations! I do my own laundry, my own shopping, my own cooking! We don't all have little henchman, idiots. So, as a way to prove the media imbeciles wrong, you get to follow my exploits in the modern world. But don't worry, there's more destruction than you might think. epic cover was made by @hestians

i used to rant about little bitches in the mdc but then i grew up.

A story about a girl who sends letters to a neighbor.

Marcey Daniels has just finished school when her entire world tilts on it's axis. Her father, the man she's always wondered about but never doubted, is not her father. Her real father is a man dead in prison and he's left her one thing - a book, a ledger of every person he's ever worked with and a storage locker containing a key to the biggest heist of his career. The one that never got off the ground. Advised against getting involved, Marcey stands on the fine line between legal and illegal, pulled in two directions but desperate to know more. This lady, queer and poc friendly story will be updated every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.

❝ it takes 21 days to form a new habit. ❞ -dr. maxwell maltz when you practically live in a hospital, you'll inevitably get used to terminal sicknesses, depression, and death. it further underlines the quote, "nothing is permanent." caleb has nothing permanent in his life. and ever since his mom's absence, that's all he ever wanted; something tangible, something real, something constant. well, at least there's his one-legged african-american best friend that would never leave him alone (hopefully). and who would've thought that another constant would appear in the form of a cigarette-toting spaniard? and caleb hopes, just hopes, that he wouldn't be another temporary. (lower-case fully intended)

❝I swear, people are the cause of cancer.❞

All the things I want to do with you.