On my first day of high school, they tested our abilities-they wanted to see who would outlast the others, and who would be outlasted. For hours and hours, we gave it all we had. When they came back into the room to give us our scores, we were put into two groups: the ones to be trained as infiltrative spies, and the others to be trained as assassins. I was picked to be an assassin, and later, when the members of my group turned to face the man who would mentor us, I watched as a slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. He looked at us, and he said, "Game on." This man was Shawn Masterson, and this man was a murderer.

"What are you doing?" -Seventh "Eating a bowl of soul."-Zero ".........Well then." -Seventh "I meant SOUP. A BOWL OF SOUP." -Zero "Yeah... sure, say it was a typo or blame it on the autocorrect." -Seventh "I'm laughing at my own failure right now." -Zero (Highest Ranking: #4 Humor 7.4.17)

This woman could have been a spy, a duchess and the lover of a young cameraman all at once. She was a conjurer of a thousand stories, each unique to every observer; the elusive face behind any tale you put to her. {Written 2013.}

"Passion is the key, your heart is your ID" ~~ "If a girl approached you, what would you do?" Marc asked, arching an eyebrow as ten possible answers were displayed on the screen. "Run away," Nate answered immediately. "No." "Cry?" Matt trailed off, uncertain of his answer choice. "No." "Pretend I don't speak English!" William shouted triumphantly. "Ooookay, clearly you guys have close to zero social skills," Marc muttered. "You mean 'stare until she gets uncomfortable' is not the right answer?" Ricky asked, frowning. "Of course not," Henri scoffed. "The answer is CLEARLY 'display your extensive knowledge of amphibians, reptiles, and insects'." "Yes. Because nothing charms a girl more than a man who knows that the black widow female eats the male as nutrients for the baby spiders," The teacher deadpans. "...Now that's just cruel..." Ricky said quietly. aka A series of one shots revolving around five boys in an all-boys univeristy. © 2013 - 2015 by luckistarz. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior permission from luckistarz.

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

There is an intangible magic to the secret double-lives of strangers on trains. She spends her journeys gazing out at city lights outside the window of the train. He watches strangers on the seats around him. Two strangers living off the stories of strangers, with only one journey to find their own. {Written 2013.}

it started out as a dare- tahlie calling up- trying to waste their time, but add in a very pushy best friend, a lot of over-the-phone arguments, a potentially cheating boyfriend, and more than a few relationship problems, and she finds herself getting more and more fascinated by the ridiculous boy on the other side. [highest ranking #988 in short story]

I'm pretty extraordinary (read: absolutely normal) for an average guy named Patrick- Patrick Kraker, and before you ask, no, I do not want a cracker; neither does Polly. Polly's sick of crackers. a) My summer job may or may not involve spray painting myself completely silver and standing motionless in the park. Of course not. b) I also may or may not be investigating and communicating with a homeless guy who is (possibly): one, not actually homeless and two, part of a cult of (probably) bloodthirsty satanic worshippers. *** Copyright © 2015 by unfurled All rights reserved #34 Humour Featured as of 28/04/16

Even if she failed at life, at least she knew the perfect peanut butter to banana ratio. --- Awesome sauce cover by @JustCallMePicklez

❝ They watched the stars, night after night ❞ { Watty 2015 Winner Copyright © republicans. All Rights Reserved }