|| The Sequel to 'The Diary Of Hazel' || Highest Rank: #12 Short Story, #2 Journal || Hazel Bradley has been through a lot and wrote it all down into her diary. What happens when someone reads it and in return, writes their own diary as a reply. A reply to every single one of her entries. She finds herself in deep curiosity the more she reads, wanting to know who her knight in shining ink is. How will she be able to deal with Trent - a crazy ex, Liam and Tess - her dramatic best friends, her irreparable family, Hunter - her persistent ex crush, and at the same time, find who wrote her these words that have the power to change her life? And what will she do when she finds out who it is? When she finds out it's Hunter - the boy who had barely spoken a word to her up until recently? Who she still has feelings for, but is indefinitely in denial. ☆ It's quite important to have read the first book which you can find on my page! This isn't a stand alone, sorry! [Cover credit to @weightingold ❤] x

|| Highest Ranks: #7 Short Story, #130 Fiction, #1 Journal || Hunter Ryan finds something when hiding in the old Janitor's closet at school. Something that doesn't belong to him, and something he most definitely shouldn't touch, because that would be a complete invasion of privacy. "So why not find out? What harm could it possibly do?" ☆☆☆ By the way, just clarifying right now that this is FICTIONAL, not my diary, it's a story about a boy who finds a girl's diary [Cover credit to @weightingold!] Also, we won People's Choice in the 2016 Watty Awards, thank you so much! ❤

❝I- what? What are you talking about? Who is this?❞ ❝Well the bathroom stall says that this number is the gateway to a good time, and unless you're trying to say that a bathroom stall is lying to me, I think I need a little more information to be sold. Do you have like a yelp page I could look up? Past customer reviews? How many stars out of five?❞ ❝What are yo- oh my god, I'm going to fucking kill Marie.❞ (alternatively called: a lot of people shit with pens) written in dialogue // cover by xhemmingshugsx

We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

Sydney has managed to rebuild her life from the ashes and forge one that is filled with secrets and half-truths. She has given up hope of ever finding someone who would see her for who she really is - not the daughter of the man responsible for destroying countless lives. So why is she so affected by the one man who has tarred her with the same brush as her father? Ethan McMasters only has time in his life for one thing: Work. After a chance encounter, he find himself drawn to a woman he is convinced is as crooked as the man who sired her. There's something about the elusive and feisty woman that has him determined to uncover the enigma that surrounds her like a veil. But in unlocking her secrets, will he discover more than he bargained for?

A collection of notes, a public library, two teenagers, and zero spoken communication.

Music:ON World:OFF Welcome to Syrus. Please pick up your complimentary pair of headphones at the gates. Plug them into your mandatory devices and skip to track four. Listen and enjoy. Cor's world is filled with notes and pitch and tone. Twenty three hours of the day she is hooked to the music mandated by the Serial Seven, Syrus' elite council. It is essentially every teenager's dream: Hit a button and drown the world out. But what happens when the music stops?

Reid has been homeless on the streets of New York for years now, fighting for cash in clubs and sleeping in empty buildings. With his special ability, Reid could have whatever life he wanted, but chooses not to. When Sam meets Reid on the subway, she has a hard time forgetting about him, and not only because he keeps showing up in the least likely of places. Sam doesn't know it at first, but the boy she just met is about to show her a whole other world.

"Why do you call me that?" "Everyone has been calling you Snow Queen since you transferred schools and you're just now asking why?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah, I guess I am." He looked straight into my eyes and said, "It's because you're like snow; beautiful and cold."