My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

“925 miles is a long way to go for one girl,” Mary says, chewing on her bottom lip. “Well, you’re a spectacular girl.” And Mary only frowns and tries to blink away the gathering tears. “Perhaps I’m not as spectacular as you think.”

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

Hollywood A-lister, Jason Vanderholt, falls for everygirl, Chloe Winters, who hasn't bothered to see most of his movies. She is the woman every other woman in America is dying to be, but it just isn't her fairytale. The book is for sale here: amazon.com/Someone-Elses-Fairytale-ebook/dp/B006JD115K/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top

There was a dark side to everyone. Some showed it without fear, some used it. He hid it. Because it was more like a cruel bacterium he carried in his organs. And when he saw her, it germed. She made the hard shell of this ulcer leak. Its poison coursed into his veins as she infected him with her own darkness. Morgan, fallen from the grace of a god she never believed in, runs into Niall, who fell from a popstar’s heaven of sanctity and now fights demons nobody suspects to live beneath the surface of what once was a life saviour to millions. On their way down to a hell made of addictions, lies, sex and pain, both have to sacrifice something dear to their lost souls: One of them loses their freedom, the other one the last remaining bit of purity they kept in a world that doesn’t give a fuck who you are when the lights go out.

Of one thing she was sure: it can't be normal to get addicted to a voice, no matter how charming it is. It all started because of a small mistake. Something so trivial, it could happen to anyone. Could it be that there are no coincidences? *Awesome new cover made by the lovely @thelessthanthreegirl. Thank you so much! I love it :D*

There comes a time in someone's life where they have to let things go and move on. But, being addicted to the money, the thrill, and the drugs can make that choice even harder. The choice becomes even harder when you find yourself being locked in Marvin's room...a room that is hard to come out of. ©Copyright Jamiya Taylor 2015 All Rights Reserved.

I fell in love with a physicist, and then we lost ourselves. Maybe there are places we can all be happy. We just need to find those places. Or maybe they don't exist.

Do you pray because you believe that God exists? Or do you pray because you’re scared he does? † England, 1958: Niall Horan, eighteen year old, humble offspring of a poor Irish family, starts his last year at Saint Nathaniel’s, the county’s most highly esteemed catholic boarding school for boys. Growing up used to the institution’s strict rules, always careful not to stray from the path of a good christian and trying to be a son to be proud of, Niall never questioned the beliefs that were forced on him ever since; no matter the sudden confusion and doubts that start to arise in his mind after an ominous night out. But as he returns to school, he soon notices that things are really changing: Not only the strange behaviour of his best friend Harry, who seems to hide something from him worries Niall. His roommate Liam as well, who was always of the peaceful kind, suddenly gets into trouble for a bloody fight with the new kitchen boy Zayn. Yet, they don’t seem much like enemies when no one else is around. Only Louis, head boy and son of the school’s benefactor, remains reliable to Niall. At least until a secret that could ruin Saint Nathaniel’s reputation for all times surfaces. And then, as if things couldn’t get worse, Niall meets Goldie, the girl with the big brown eyes, pink lips and skin so soft he feels it against his in his dreams. Trying to resist his fleshly desires and his greedy human nature, his lust and confusion push Niall to the edge of his own sanity: And no prayer and no punishment, no whiplash or any other kind of self-flaggellation can exorcise the demons that slowly take over his unholy, wicked soul.