"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

We all have story's we don't ever want to tell right? Lilliana is one of theses people, she's hiding something from everyone, and she's hiding it by being mute. She keeps it all to herself, until HE notices her...

"why can't you just trust me?" "why should i?" lowercase intended In which, a girl with major trust issues learns to trust again. After moving to a new town, new house, starting a new school and a new life, Sophie doesn't know who to trust anymore besides her mom. At her old school, she trusted people and they back stabbed her. Then comes Blake. Can she trust him, or not? TRIGGER WARNING- CONTAINS SELF HARM AND ANOREXIA SCENES! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')

What story can you write only using 55 words? These are a few of mine, but if you have any inbox them to me. I'll give you credit for them, no worries!

❝Its hard to live with the fact that you're in love with someone who will never love you back.❞ ©caesium- Highest ranking #22 Short Story

"Truth; the one thing with the power to bring the strong to their knees, the weak to their feet. But lies and secrets . . . they have the sheer power of destruction, taking us all down with a stealth and silence we never see coming."

Grace is the pastor's daughter and school-known "good girl". Ian is the bad boy and trouble maker, but no one knows how he really feels. When these two high schoolers get paired up for a school project, they learn more about each other and have a budding spark on the way. Will they become closer, or will the newly learned facts about themselves push them apart?