I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

"pineapples are in my head/ got nobody cause I'm braindead"

Deranged psycho teenagers? Unsolved murders? Legends and a treacherous curse? There's nothing Madeline's new hometown doesn't have. Madeline is an 17 year old ordinary boy. Who moves from Virginia to a new town in Utah. What he doesn't know is the people of this town are cursed. Madi soon realizes that the town and school he attends. Is home to some of the most twisted individuals he's every met. Struggling to survive with his own sanity Madeline has to walk through a town of mysteries, deranged psychos, and unsolved murders. In order to fit in. The question is will Madeline survive? Or will he simply join them? and what will he discover along the way? Cover by Spookiie © All Rights Reserved.

the letters he wrote, that she'll never receive. (lowercase intended) (sequel to dear ryan) (will have depression, self harm, and suicide mentioned. if these topics are sensitive to you, i would not recommend this story.)

the letters she wrote, but never sent. (lowercase intended) (will have depression, self harm, and suicide mentioned. if these topics are sensitive to you, i would not recommend this story.)

To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

But it's just a game.... Selected as a featured story by the @OuijaMovie! Now available on Amazon & Audible with bonus chapters! Copyright © 2014 by Janae Mitchell. All rights reserved.

Selena's life is in shambles. Isolated by most of her family, witnessing a lifelong friendship crumbling before her eyes, and being torn apart from the boy she fell so idiotically in love with, she doesn't see how things could get much worse. But once again, the universe finds uncanny enjoyment in proving her wrong. On the other end of the spectrum, Conner's not doing much better. Like Selena, his family is completely against Conner and his girlfriend's entire relationship. The only difference being, his family is on the side against him. And as if he wasn't unlucky enough, Selena's handsome and foreign almost-ex-boyfriend picked the perfect time to come and pay them a visit. With more than ever on the line, what started out as harmless fun has morphed into something entirely more heartbreaking. Even best friends have their issues sometimes, right?

(TH#7)"Life could be too much like fire. Unpredictable, scorching, and roaring out of your control faster than you could believe." Life isn't perfect. In fact, most of the time, it's far from it. Annie Davis knows this, which is why she's thoroughly divided her life in half, working hard to embrace the flawless side she's created for the world, and the crumbling reality she struggles to hide. All she wants to do is get out and start on her promising journalism career. That is, until she meets Ezra Burns. New and selectively mute, and definitely hiding something, he becomes the big story Annie needs to leave senior year with a bang. But she finds out she may have bitten off a bit more than she can chew, when big secrets are revealed, the chemistry between them becomes undeniable, and she finds out firsthand just how deep the fire can burn you.

Written by: Han-Rawr (I'll update when she does!! and I'm not the author I promise you that!) "i can tell you're to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that." Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. "Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male's hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.