A short story about what it's like to love someone through pixels.

After admittedly the world's crappiest suicide attempt, eighteen year old Charlie Hogan cannot be trusted to be home alone and is shipped across the country to stay with an absentee, dead beat dad in Florida. And thus begins a summer of transformation; of beaches and swampland, retirement homes and the Electro Complex; an anarchic, anachronistic, apocalyptic world filled up with violence and hedonism, home to the best friends Charlie will ever find. And then there's this mixed up boy- the kind who shoots lightning bolts up your spine, right into your skull- who's about to screw with Charlie's whole world. Forget everything you know about boy meets girl, Electro is a hot wet soup of gender identity, Dr Freud, Dr seuss, interminable sexual obsession and prosthetic penises...[hs au]

He was destined to be evil; it was in his blood. He was destined to kill; it was in his blood. But destiny takes a turn when he does the unexpected, unacceptable, and downright insane thing no other creature of his species has dared to do... He falls in love. [Highest Ranking: #15 in Paranormal] -Please note that this story was inspired by Sally Green's "Half Bad" and yet I can assure you the story is entirely different. The basis is similar, but the context is not. Thank you-

"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

They call us the Pyros. We are just like Them-in size, in manner, in form. We speak the same language. We walk by the same synchrony of nerve and flesh and bone, and more importantly-intention. One leg out in front of the other. Switching legs, and repeating. We breathe the same way as Them - the involuntary movement of muscle, the rising of our chests, the filling of our lungs. We may require more oxygen than Them, but in the end, oxygen is a luxury indispensable to both kinds. We share the same senses, for the most part. The sense of taste, of smell, of sight. The sense of hearing-listening to the melodious sounds of nature, music, and laughter intertwined with the cacophony of the city during the day, and the wolves that howl at night. We share the sense of touch-of intimacy, of sensation, of emotion. And the sense of betrayal, and the agony that accompanies it. My mother used to say that the Humans had accidentally destroyed their past home, and had nowhere to go. They needed a place to stay, and We had our home to offer. We welcomed them to Ignis, with open arms, and all-too-trusting smiles. I don't believe in accidents. And subsequently, betrayal became the only sense We knew. -- It was only a matter of time before Humans completely destroyed the Earth. With the weapons they amassed, and the pollution that wreaked havoc on the environment- it was in inevitable their home would become uninhabitable. That was the genesis of the Great Migration. Hundreds of millions of Humans were relocated to the distant planet of Ignis, pre-inhabited by the native Ignites, a superhuman species. At first, there was unity. Ignites and Humans lived peacefully among each other, without problems. Then, there was discrimination. And then, there was genocide.

the boy was as blue as his flannel.

In a setting where the past meets the future, technology and way of living has completely destroyed the world, forcing everyone to turn back to old ways to try and preserve the Earth. Women are dressed elegantly again, and the usual hustle and bustle of cars throughout the streets has been replaced with the charm of horse-drawn carriages. Everything appears to be perfect, except for one thing... The Styles Gang. For as long as she could remember, Melody had been warned about the infamous Styles Gang and their deadly reputation. Whispers of officers meeting their end at the hands of these ruthless criminals, along with tales of kidnappings and daring bank robberies, send shockwaves of fear throughout the land. Instead of fearing the stories she had heard, Melody felt captivated by the enigmatic young men, secretly chronicling her thoughts and experiences in a diary that she hid from all. Her strong willed, fearless and adventurous spirit had always left her unafraid of the gang's notorious reputation. However, this fearless and adventurous personality may just cause her to come face to face with one of the most dangerous and sought-after men alive. Harry Styles.