[Boyxboy, LGBT fiction] One-Shot : A literary work usually between 100 to 5,000 words, with no chapters or sequels. Is generally used as a synonym of 'short story'. Some people attribute the word to meaning the story is a fanfiction, but that would be a One-Shot fanfic, not a One-Shot. In simple terms, a one-shot is a short piece, whether it be a single photo or a single story, that sticks to one subject and has no chapters, no volumes and no sequels. (I'd like to point out now that even though it says above that a One-Shot doesn't have sequels or other chapters, that doesn't mean certain stories of mine won't become standalone novels or series' in the future. Some One-Shots might even have second parts to them, though if they manage to spread into more than two parts, they will most likely be put into their own book.) ------------------------- This book is made up of short stories containing things such as love between males, sexual scenes, foul language, suicide, self harm, etc. Some stories are rated PG while others are more R. Warnings are at the beginning of each story.

Although complete opposites, love and hate often danced along a thin line. This was something Chance Bradshaw knew well. He's been crushing on Erik Myers for a long time, what with his chestnut eyes that Chance could get lost in and his Mr. Cool-and-mischievous attitude. Erik was always looking for fun, too bad he found it in tormenting and bullying Chance. Poor Chance, with his constant stutter and no friends to speak of, he didn't fit in with the rest of his school. The only person who cared about him and hung out with him was his older brother, Constance, or otherwise known as Stan. But could Chance have a shot at proving everyone wrong, including those who called him a poser? All he ever wanted was to fit in, and now, he just might get his chance. Whether or not he gets the boy is left to be seen.

Corey Mitchell wasn't your average seventeen-year-old. His mom died when he was thirteen, he was pushed out of the closet when he was still questioning his sexuality, and now he had three hot jocks who happen to be best friends wanting in his pants. With promises being made and a crush going unnoticed, can Corey's heart repair itself or will he be forever crushed under the weight of these dirty little secrets? **Updates planned to be at least once a week. This is to be finished within 30 days with more than 50,000 words as conditioned by the JustWriteIt pledge. Hope you enjoy! :) **P.S. Obviously I failed the above 30 day challenge and once a week updates, because I've just noticed this book hadn't been updated since Dec. of 2014. It's now July 2016, and there's only five chapters. I've never finished writing a book in my life, but I hope to one day finish this one.

*Cover by ShadieTree* WARNING: BOYXBOY. Description: Ari Denvers was an average 17-year-old. Or at least he liked to believe he was. Bullied and alone, Ari fought the torment of high school and loneliness of being invisible. With two brothers and three sisters, the secrets Ari kept so near and dear to his heart were threatened when one deal brings him to the hands of Jax. Jaxon, or Jax to his friends and customers, was a 21-year-old Tattoo Artist working his way through life with little care. A dark past buried away and mostly forgotten is the only thing standing between Jax and his happiness. Both boys had secret, one more violent than the other, but neither could fight the pull between them. As Ari’s life fell apart, he’s left with the calm and collected Jax as his life saver, but can Jax let go of his past to become Ari’s future?

'"Rosetta Cane," the principle called out over the microphone. The young girl stood and slowly walked up onto the stage. All eyes were on the pregnant seventeen-year-old as she walked across the stage at graduation in her blue cap and gown. "Congratulations Rosetta," the principle whispered as he shook the girls delicate hands. She smiled and took the diploma from his outstretched hand before stepping off the other side of the stage. As she turned to sit down, a familiar face appeared in her vision. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at the young man. "Ricky..."' -A Small Town ---- This book of One Shots is filled with plain-Jane stories, sometimes cliché and other times not, and the above snippet is a piece out of the first story in this book called A Small Town. A lot of these stories will probably be works I wrote for homework for English class, or for contests and such. Updates are all over the place, so...yeah. For bxb lovers, check out my Book of BxB One Shots.

*Slowly posting rewritten chapters and new chapters.* Clinton Jones just wanted someone to love him, to wish him a happy birthday and let him know that he was wanted. His foster parents, the Michaels, weren't very nice people. The only reason they took Clint in was for the cheque they received from the government, so ultimately his birthday wasn't something they celebrated or kept track of. Then their was school -- no friends, a crush who made fun of him, and homework he had no one to help him with. He was on his own. That wasn't so bad most days, he could survive until he was eighteen and out of the system. But then one poem, one admitted secret, lead to a world of heartache, and suddenly being alone was dangerous. When you're alone, there's no one to stop you from making a horrible mistake. Dimitri Langford just wanted to have fun, to hang out with friends and be liked by everyone. He didn't always like what his friends did, but he told himself not to get involved. Having his friends like him was more important than standing up for some random kid who looked and smelled like he was homeless, and had social skills of that of a mouse. That is, until he was confronted with the consequences of his actions. Two boys, one sweet sixteen gone sour, and the unexpected events that followed.

[BOYXBOY] I watched with a racing heart as his head bobbed up above the water just enough that his eyes locked with mine, the wild look of fear prevalent on his features. Within a second I was looking at the water as ripples scattered across the surface Dayton Blackwell loved the water; his dad was a lighthouse keeper, so Dayton and his parents have lived right beside the ocean for his entire life. But one day while relaxing on the beach, Dayton met a naked boy who's voice sang a lyricalness song —a sirens song. Memories surface, danger lurks around every turn, and one boy learns the secrets of the sea, all because of he heard the oceans melody.

Recently fired from his job, twenty-year-old Ivan Thompson really needed to find work. Turning to a job ad website, he created an ad for himself as a dog walker and pet sitter. As work started rolling in, Ivan thought his awful luck had changed. That is, until he found out that one of his potential clients was the gang leader, Grim. Intimidating and domineering, Cabel "Grim" King was a man no one wanted to mess with. At twenty-three-years-old, he was a tall, scary, beautiful man with a merciless heart. He had earned the nickname Grim Reaper, shortened to Grim, because he dealt out death penalties to any who opposed him. With their paths intertwined, it was only a matter time before Ivan's bad luck ruined everything. Filled with violence and erotic themes, Doggie Style tells the tale of one man's self discovery, and the man who he wasn't suppose to fall in love with. *Note: This is a boyxboy story, meaning same sex relationship between two males. If you are new to sexual relations, or are uncomfortable with sex, swearing, BDSM, and/or guy-on-guy action, please do not read. This is not the book for you.*

*Entered in Wattys2016.* Twenty year old Princeton Rose had always been That Guy, the kind who sat in the back of the classroom, who kept to himself except for when he was flirting with girls, who got into fights with other guys almost daily - and won. All through high school Prin was That Guy, taking virginities and breaking hearts like they were collectors' cards. Now into college however, Prin had hit an all-time low. He had lost count of how many girls he had slept with in his life, and every other night he found himself in another random girls bed. Even worse were the weekends when he got blackout drunk. His dark looks and devilish charm took him far, he was well aware of that, but there was no way they were going to get him out of the jam he got himself into. One weekend though, Prin's routine took a turn off from its usual path of destruction. With no memory of the previous night, Prin rolled over in bed and opened his eyes to find he wasn't alone. He was in bed with another male. Worse: They were both naked. Before he could escape from what he presumed to be the other males apartment, the unknown male woke up and turned sleepy blue eyes to Prin. This couldn't possibly get any worse for Prin, could it? He had spent his entire teenage years trying to bury that side of him, yet it seemed his good streak had finally ended. Though his sexuality wasn't his only problem. Prin couldn't seem to shake Drix, the guy who he had slept with. For the first time ever, That Guy Prin had fallen for another person, another guy to be exact, but Drix wanted nothing to do with a relationship. Prin was a good time, but that was it. No strings attached, no emotions, no possibility of having his heart splayed out for all to see only to have the other person rip it to shreds. For Prin to win over Drix, he first needed to defrost Drix's heart and break down those high walls Drix used to hide behind. But could his cold heart ever be able to feel love again?

*First Draft. Novella. Boyxboy.* Life isn't always fair, as seventeen-year-old Jules Haywood knows. He has first hand experience dealing with jerks and hypocrits, and so far no one has proved him wrong. Considered to be a lost cause and a bad seed by everyone but his friends, he's given up on trying to be better. Then he meets Dimitri, his friend Candy's coworker, and maybe, just maybe, Dimitri will see past the bad boy reputation to the guy hiding behind dyed hair and scribbled song lyrics. *The cover is a temporary one. I'll change it when I get time to make one, or if someone decides to make one for me.*