Where I will be filling prompts from readers of Vigilante. Feed me your prompts!

[THIS IS A SAMPLE] Read the full story on Radish fiction. The link is in my Wattpad Bio. ---- Alexander isn't your typical nerd. He'll say what he wants, do what he wants, and verbally bash you while doing it. That's what Travis, a soccer player assigned to be tutored by Alexander, hates most about him. Confusing feelings, a drunken party, and a month of tutoring was all it took to get Travis to realize he was head over heels for the sharp-tongued Alex. Now, if only he knew where Alex's sarcasm switch was.

[IN BOOKSTORES AND KINDLE UNLIMITED NOW!] What if you were matched with the original love god? --- When Lila goes to the Cupids Matchmaking Service it is to tell them to stop spamming her. Instead she finds out that cupids are real, she has been matched with a dangerous love god, and that he is coming to find her. Soon arrows fly, myths are awoken, and Lila finds herself part of a deadly supernatural war that could cost her her life, and her heart. Perfect for fans of Percy Jackson and the Vampire Diaries. --- THE PUBLISHED VERSION OF CUPID'S MATCH IS OUT NOW! READ IN KINDLE UNLIMITED! Get your copy of Cupid's Match at bit.ly/CupidsMatch or follow the link in my profile!

Serena Davidson leads two lives. At school, she's a morbidly obese, stupid, nerdy, bitchy, slutty, and a teacher's pet. But at home she's the scrawny vegetarian pushover. What would possess someone to wear a fat suit every day? And what happens when someone finds out?

He woke up; isolated, confused and trapped. No where to go, no one to help him. A black mirror held mysterious secrets and his instinct pressured him into finding them out. He soon regrets it... -A short horror story-

Six word stories to fill in your thoughts. highest rank: #1 in Poetry

No one reads my shit, But if you do, Thanks, I wrote it for you. ^Aha! Already rhyming! And you haven't even gotten to the actual poems yet! I am killin' the game. Okay, no, but seriously, I will be updating this as often as possible. I don't claim to be an expert, I just like to talk about death. So bare with me, and please give me criticism so I can get better thanks. Also I update my already written poems, like a lot, I re-read them almost every day, so they will change, hopefully to be better. Not drastically, I'll add things, or remove them, just to make things clearer. Because sometimes I'll be reading a certain section and I'll be all "What the fuck, Allie, that doesn't make any fuckin' sense." Mostly I write in the moment, so the feeling and pain behind the words are raw, and I just go back later to clean up any muddiness that occurs during the ranting if that makes sense.

"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." "Oh, shiitake mushrooms." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #1 (19/04/18) 2016 Fiction Awards Finalist © 2015 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.