Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.

((FULL VERSION AVAILABLE ON KINDLE, 9/9/14!)) Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack's a preacher's handsome son and Jill's a drunkard's daughter... Jill is a melancholy girl, strange to most; cursed to others. Her home is an isolated village where old superstitions are the key to normality. She is shunned by the townspeople because she is different–because she was born with an unusual birthmark. No one will associate with Jill outside her family, and even they treat her as something that ought to be condemned. And then there is Jack. Jack is the blessed sort–the son of Minister Hilton. He accompanies Jill to the well every day to draw water for the sanctuary. They are not friends, yet he is the only one who has ever been kind to her. There is something about Jack that Jill cannot seem to wrap her mind around. He is different from the rest of them but she can’t say how. She tries to keep herself from wondering about him, telling herself that his secrets can’t matter to her. They can never be close. But as time passes and the town grows more hostile toward her, any kind of friend– even an unacknowledged one–could prove valuable.

In this day and age, what truly defines being normal? What would you do just to fit in? (FIN)

This will be a collection of Suicide death scenes that I've conjured up from the depths of my mind. This is only the first. It will be accompanied by murder and freak accident scenes. I also take requests, so if there's anything you'd like me to write about inbox me or leave a comment down below and I'll surely get it done for you.

Do you ever wonder how the authors on wattpad have such genius, original ideas?! I don't! Here's my "story" and complaints. **WARNING: WRITTEN WHEN I WAS IN THE SEVENTH GRADE, NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY AND/ OR TO BE OFFENDED BY** The grammar and spelling sucks too. I would delete this except the majority of the readers tell me not to. Also, if you want to give me your nasty opinion on me on PM, just get over it. I very rarely respond to them, much less read them. Keep it to yourself. There's already been a few incidents and I get it at this point. Anyways, have fun! (: