Kellin and Vic, Vic and Kellin. Either way you put it, these two have been through roughly eight years together. But why is their marriage falling apart? What is Vic's deepest, darkest secret that is forcing him to leave Kellin, even though he loves him with all his heart? All from Kellin's POV unless stated otherwise. The sequel (We'll Start A New Revolution) is available. Both need to be edited, so please disregard any errors that may have been made. Editing is planned for Dec 2013/Jan 2014. Thank you. This piece is also entered in the Watty Awards 2013 under "Popfic".

What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx

[This was written a long time ago, I wanted to start it!] This isn't your typical romance story. Do romance stories include blood, murder, missing bodies, and lost souls? This one does. Melanie Smith admits she wasn't happy with her life, and was stuck in a cold dark void. She bottled up her emotions. The first time she killed someone, it was an accident. So were all the other times. When she meets Ryan, her instincts are screaming at her to run away. When she developes feelings fro Ryan, that was the death of her. This is the story of Melanie Smith's short life, and her after-life.

Seventeen-year-old April Parker wakes up in an underground facility, a shock bracelet on her wrist and a five-day countdown on the clock. Dozens of other teens share her inexplicable fate, but their unseen captors never intervene no matter how brutal conditions become. When the ruthless - and unnervingly magnetic - Marcus seizes control, April's trauma-forged instinct is to lay low. But protecting her friends drives her to bargain with the boy she should fear most - a boy whose reality fractures with every tick. Then the countdown ends, and the real terror begins. Powers ignite. Alliances shatter. And predators are born. And with a saboteur among them determined to keep the doors closed forever, escaping what comes next may be the only way to survive it.

Senna is in an insane asylum for witnessing something no one should ever have to see. She doesn't talk, and she hates being touched. Many people have tried to get through to her, but how can you fix something that you don't know anything about?

Rule #1: Never be alone, have someone always with you, no matter where you are. Rule #2: Don't acknowledged their presence or you'll give them the satisfaction of them scaring you. Rule #3: Always, and I mean Always have a crucifix with you no matter where you are. Rule #4: Pray every night, every day, when you eat, and when you sleep. Keep faith. Rule #5: Don't let them get to you. They'll destroy your sanity and everything you believe in. They'll break you down until you're nothing. Rule #6: Lastly, don't be afraid. ***EDITING IN PROCESS (IGNORE THE 'EDITED' THING AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTERS, THE ONLY CHAPTERS I HAVE EDITED ARE ONE AND TWO)***

Clara and Bret Clement are turning 15 but at 15 your future is decided. Your stripped from your family and your friends are chosen for you. They will either be Marked: Excellent, Choice, Necessity, Adequate, or the dreaded Below-Standard. But what happpens when your Marked Gifted? So guys, I finally give up. I have no intention to finish this story since I have absolutly no idea where it's going to go but however i have started up another account (starting fresh up there) and I'd really like it if you'd mosey on over there. I might even post some of my old stories up there. (There is even going to be another new story called The Love Artist thats quite like this one!) Please, please, please forgive me and go and check it out I've been working hard on these stories forever! ~Brynn

Meet Joe Nobody . . . and pray he never meets you. He's average height, with an average build, and average looks - an instantly forgettable face in the crowd. Joe also happens to be a hit man, quite possibly one of the best in the world. He's so good, in fact, that most of his work life has settled into a comfortable routine, where everything goes according to plan, and nothing at all is surprising anymore. He's been just about everywhere, and he's seen it all. But Joe hasn't seen everything. Not yet . . . **WARNING** - This work contains several curse words and some extremely violent themes and situations throughout. I mean, the main character is a hit man . . . there's your first sign. You've been warned. **ADDITIONAL WARNING** - This is soooooooo first-draft-ish, so any problems you see logistically, thematically, or grammatically are all the fault of a combination of absinthe and overzealous fingers. And please, for god's sake, if you see something glaringly wrong, tell me about it! :)