They say if you're in a good relationship there's bound to be one or two fights. We had one hundred and twenty-two. Does that mean we're in a good relationship, me and you? © stanzas 2014

In between four walls covered with stained wallpaper; five teens found their freedom. [ Excuse my ugly cover, it is temporary until I find one I like. ]

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.

we met once in autumn and promised forever but God had other plans...(completed)

Four months. Fourteen letters. One small town and a pair of lost teenagers. If their lives were a drink - hers would be a cup of decaffeinated tea, and his a mug of iced mocha. Both of them without sugar. Bitter. But somehow - in life's own unexplained way - still sweet. This is the truth. These are their lives. And this is my story.

Five-time New York Times #1 bestseller, Adelaide Maddox, is not like normal 21 year-olds for many reasons. Not only is she one of the most popular romance novelists, she's hiding something from her readers. She's never been in love, never even been kissed. And when Addy's faithful editor retires and a newer, hotter replacement comes in, how far will she go to make Mr. Elliot Hayes hers? It's battle royale at the office, and maybe with the help of her best friend Bria, Addy can be victorious. And through all of this, can Addy escape her writer's block and finish her sixth novel? Read as Addy acquires her battle scars, goes through lessons in flirting, and struggles to live out her own romance, in I Write Romances, Not Live Them.

We may act cool infront of you but we're not the same inside. We're not always happy. Dont think we're always happy-go-lucky. We have problems too.

9th grade depression Poetry #42

"music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." {a collection of one-shots based on songs}