Twenty teens. Abducted. To play a game of man hunt.

"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the upper right corner. Elizabeth had her pale pink chair with white daiseys in the lower right corner. Audrey had her yellow chair with white roses in the upper left corner. Taylor had her black chair with red roses in the lower left corner. I had a white chair with sunflowers that sat in the center, the very center of the room. Each of us had a light above our heads. There were no covers in the lights just the wires losely hanging with the light attached at the end. The front legs of all our chairs had buckles that when we sat down they were right where our ankles were like he knew just were to put them. There were buckles on our arm rests that when we laid are arms on them the buckels our wrist were in the perfect spot. I think its funny how we all never made the conecction." "What conecction would that be?" "That we all have brown hair, blue eyes, were 5'5, all weighed 130. That when you put the first letter of each of our names together it spells Death. I love how at one point we all thought something, right before we were taken. Dani thought she was going to get mail. Elizabeth thought she was picking up dinner. Audrey thought she was going to class. Taylor thought she was taking her dog for a walk and I thought I was going to marry him and that I loved him with all my heart."

One harmless song turned into something so much more. [This book deals with the reality of depression, it needs to be brought to our attention. The outcome once this this is finished is to show you the true beauty you withhold. Some parts may be graphic as you get farther into the book, just a warning. Stay strong, I just want to help you with what you may be experiencing.]

Lolita - noun ❝ A sexually precocious young girl ❞ National Anthem - noun ❝ A rousing or uplifting song identified with a particular group, body, or cause❞ Because there's nothing more dangerous, thrilling and heart wrenching than being a narcissistic asshole who tripped reluctantly and painfully into the arms of love 09/10/15 = #162 13/01/16 = #46 24/10/15 = #43 12/11/15 = #38 04/01/16 = #26

Lola - noun ❝ Strong woman❞ This is the type of girl that once she's in your heart she'll stay there for ever Short Story #63 - 31/03/15 #51 - 03/05/15 #50 - 18/05/15 #38 - 06/05/15 #26 - 29/06/15 #17 - 17/06/15 #9 - 13/07/15 #5 - 03/08/15 #4 - 03/10/15 *Before embarking on L O L A, I would suggest the reading L O L I T A first to understand the events that happen in this story* Cover by @memoriesontheshelf

Two artists, and one life-long project. Love and the many different forms of it. From paintings and words created with a lighter heart, to the poetic glistening of tears down a cheek, will Conner and Vanessa make it through the mental blocks of inspiration and hope, or inevitably break up because of creative differences? Whichever the perspective, long live the art. unedited cover by me

A collection of intense Finnick/Annie ("Odesta") drabbles. I really appreciate reviews!