"Jump. That's all I have to do. And it only takes one step. To leave this godforsaken world... to be free". Emily had never been the popular one. Nor the nerd. No, she was the invisible one. She used to be full of confidence until that night. Abused and depressed, she ends up resorting to the quickest and easiest escape from the pain. Suicide.

* * * Maya Smith is a girl living in a sea of trouble. She feels like there's nothing for her in this life, no way that she'll ever become normal again. Conrad Wilkins is a boy who's been bred from darkness and misfortune. He sees himself as one who isn't worthy of love; someone who women would always run away from. Together, they make a pair destined on not looks, but circumstantial similarities. And together, they will overcome the plague of flicker pain - the pain ready to knock you back into the world of indecisiveness and fear as soon as you learn to smile... [short chapters]

"Anna dislikes being stuck three-quarters of the way down a chimney. She really does. Not to mention, she's still going round North America, and there's, like, three continents still to get through in about as many hours."

" you still look like a movie you still sound like a song my god this reminds me of when we were young." In which a boy remembers how much brighter his life used to be when it was set alight by the likes of Kate Nolan... His name is Leo. [Previously titled Leo] WINNER OF @beautifultragedies winter competition 2015

The largest collection of two and one sentence horror stories on watt pad. Cover by @wordgirlalways

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

You should know you're beautiful, just the way you are. And you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart. [Dedicated to those who have weight issues. Smile, my dear, you are beautiful. ♥]

"i've never felt so utterly weak around someone. you make me want to drop to my knees and obey every word that falls from your pale lips. you make my insides flip and my heart do backflips. i completely adore every possible thing you do and no matter how many times i walk away i will always come running back to you. i love you more than i ever thought was humanly possible to love someone. you have completely blindsided me ms. nicolette reed. and i don't know if that's a blessing or a curse. "

"Who the hell are you?" A boy demanded. He had tousled, chestnut hair. His green eyes were wide with confusion and red from irritation. The boy was also shirtless, paired with red and blue striped boxers. He was, after all, attractive. His abs shown a deep indent in his chest and I forced my eyes not to linger. "Who are you?" I sputtered. He squinted. "I'd like to think you have the common decency to answer me first. You just sprayed me with mace." I frowned, not enjoying his attitude, and crossed my arms over my chest. "Lindsey. Lavender's best friend." I explained as if he should've known. "Oh I'm sorry that wasn't included in the handbook." He spit. I smirked. "Well I'm sleeping here." "So am I." (Volume 1 of The Run) © 2015 Sydney Wray ~ "YES YES YES I LOVE THIS STORY FOR THIS EXACT REASON!!!! U ALWAYS MAKE ME SO HAPPY." -justanotherfan11 ~ "Soo cute❤️❤️" -lovetoreadlikealways ~ "I love your book The Run it made me have so many emotions your a amazing writer." -katie3214 ~"I love this story so much!!"-KenniTheMutt ~ "omg i can't even...i am hyperventilating..oh god oh god." ~"IM CRYING I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT." -WalkingOnTheMoonlight ~ "WHAT?!?!?!?! U know how I was hyperventilating? Yeah I think I just passed out." -justanotherfan11 ~"My reaction to this chapter: no.......no...NO NO NO NO NOOOOOONOONONOONON!!!!!!" -xxstarbrghtxx

"though your skin's sheet white and your arms carry scars, your hair isn't clean much and your lungs black with tar and god, you love to argue and you can't play guitar but still let me tell you that I love who you are." 2014