★ NOW PUBLISHED! ★ Hookup Culture Noun The idea that casual sexual encounters are the best or only way to engage sexually in college, a set of practices that facilitate casual sexual encounters, and an organizational structure that supports them (Lisa Wade, American Hookup 2017). As a sociology major researching nightclubs, Laney Emerson finds hookup culture to be just another socially constructed phenomenon that is worth questioning, analyzing, and concluding about. As a twenty-something college student, Laney also finds herself immersed in the culture of hooking up, in which physically getting naked is often easier than admitting how you feel. © 2020 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting |ORIGINALLY A Short Story One-Shot (Walk of Shame) that received an HONORABLE MENTION in Romance Contest #12: Songspiration| *This story contains explicit language and implied sexual content*

So, I'm kinda clumsy. I tripped when I walked across the stage to receive my high school diploma, knocked down a ladder that was supporting my dad, and sneezed into a wall. Yup, you read that right. I sneezed myself into a wall. So maybe I am a walking train-wreck trapped in a lanky twenty-two-year-old girl's body. At least my family loves me-tolerates me might be a better way of phrasing it-but even with my clumsiness I'm still able to get by with minimal craziness and just a whole lot of embarrassment. A whole lot. That is until the fateful September day I find myself chasing a chicken into a wedding cake. My sister's wedding cake. . . on her wedding day. . . in the middle of the reception. . . in front of two hundred other guests. I've got a new number one on my list of embarrassing moments, but this time I swear it wasn't my fault. I blame that chicken, my grandma, and the stupid bowtie she put on it, probably hoping to marry me off, so she can have the best man all to herself. Okay, fine, so maybe it was totally my fault, but. . . This is how it happened ©2018 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting

Popular, good-looking, and arrogant, with a killer smile. That's Xavier Cassidy. Equally popular and good-looking, but also funny, smart, and boyishly charming. That's Ryan Cassidy. One's supposedly a "bad boy," but I blame the black leather jacket. One's the school's football star, even though he also plays basketball, baseball, and maybe even lacrosse. One's older, which means one's obviously younger. Everyone knows who they are, but I guess that's just the definition of popular. For the past three years I, Max McKinney, have just been an observer to their so called "awesome" lives, but then I smash my face into Xavier's locker, and he's hell-bent on never ever letting me forget it. With a few more slips, mall-trips, awkward-to-deep conversations, a secret admirer, and one party later I may find myself falling-for one of them at least ©2015 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting

Adeline Preston may be a grade A student, but that doesn't mean she knows everything. She doesn't claim to. But she does know that she loves her parents and their never-ending support. Her best friend, Mia, is crazy in the best possible way. And volunteering has kept her from drowning in the drama that is high school. Now it's the last few weeks of summer before her senior year, and Adeline also knows she has a ticket booked for a volunteer trip to Rome. What she doesn't know is that a few guys in her grade have decided to tag along and will have her not only questioning her sanity, but also why her heart seems to be skipping an extra beat for a boy whose eyes happen to be the brightest shade of green. ©2014 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting *Fair warning this is my FIRST story and needs editing*