"Bad girls have more fun." At least, that's what Amanda thought. Being the most feared and hated student in Belfast High, definitely had its perks and invincibility was one of them. However, when paired with the not-so-charming David Walker, the keeper and broadcaster of everyone's dirty laundry for a media project, Amanda's invincibility is shattered. Karma is an even bigger bitch and is hell bent on making her pay. As the people around her begin disappearing and dropping dead like flies (not to mention her crazy ass black friend who is intent on joining the nunnery, dropping off the face of the earth), evidence linking her to the murder of several residents in Geraldton increases, and a stalker who would stop at nothing to see her pay for her past crimes becomes even more vicious. Amanda realizes one thing: She is a walking target and someone wants her gone forever. "It's time to kiss the bitch and make her die." Mixtape: http://8tracks.com/digital-suicide/bad-girls-do-it-well [First Draft]

A gender study

Axe's nightmare has become reality. Not only has he been bought by one of the cruellest plantation owners in the state, he befriends his master's son Henry. Axe has dreams. He wants to get his family back and live on a farm with lots of chickens. Henry wants to end slavery and see his parents happy again. It's not long before both boys find themselves trapped deeper in a world of facades, and lies where prejudice rules the hearts of the people, and skeletons hidden far from sight, make their way to haunt the living, giving Axe no choice but to run away. However, running away brings grim realities that not only test their friendship, but could change both Axe's and Henry's lives forever...

He runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with. You're mine. Without me, you're nothing." What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters buried deep in the basement begin scratching the walls and howling her name in the night? Why does her mother force big yellow pills down her throat, saying it's for the best? Why isn't she allowed in the basement? Who's in the basement? What's in the basement? Who is the little boy with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, crying for his mother? Tick tock, Monique. The monsters are crawling up the basement. And they're coming for you.

"You look dead." I'm not dead. I'm still alive. Don't look at me. I'm ugly. I need to be perfect. Absolutely perfect.

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