At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly

{Highest Ranking: #2 in Short Story} One collision. Two strangers. One unorthodox way to pay off her debt. Three weeks of late night conversations. One Date.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

"i miss you." © 2016

Hey, I'm Kels and I'm 15, schooling in a worn out school near North Bridge. My mission is to convince Jay the captain of the school football team to notice me before my farewell. My farewell isn't the common farewell. It's more like a "Goodbye forever" kind of farewell. Mom told me I won't live long enough since I got cancer. So I should live my life to the fullest before I go. And that includes to get Jay's attention. I decided to send him 13 random notes before his birthday. I hope he'll get the hints though. and by the way, this is my diary. I'll be skipping weekends. Okay bye cookies.

[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.

In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful It was almost 2 years ago, and yet I remember each and every moment I spent with him as if it were yesterday. The scars he gave me are still fresh like blooming spring roses. Unlike the spring roses the scars weren't heavenly at all though... The scars werent visible either, They were the type that didnt fade away, the type that remains with you for a long, long, long time. After that fateful day I, Rawah bint Abdullah had vowed to my self, to never trust a man in my life again. Follow Rawah Bint Abdullah on her journey as the person she hates most re - enters her life, The Perfect recipe for a storm . Will she be able to keep the walls high up like she wants them to be? Or will they come crumbling down? It's my first story on wattpad .. let me know what you guys think. . criticism is also welcome