For your own sake, you should do as you're told.

"Roy and Edward had been together for a little bit, so Mustang was used to waking up to Ed moaning in his sleep. He felt sorry for the boy, because his nightmares were pretty bad sometimes. But, Mustang was soon to realize that he didn't know the half of it."

Edward has been missing for the last five years, not a trace of him left. Roy has been on end all this time, hoping he would be found among the several hundred thousands of homes. Then, as if by a miracle, he is found in a basement with a second girl who was forced to do something drastic to him. Excerpt: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Roy. I shouldn't have let you leave, I shouldn't have-." Edward stopped when his weak lips brushed his own. "Don't worry." Roy coughed, gagging softly. "It was my fault."

Darkness isn't just when you can't find the torch. It isn't only when there's no electricity and the moon's nowhere to be found. Darkness is a feeling. You can stand under the rainbow and still feel it crawling up your skin,covering every hint of light. 16 years old Barbara parker had that feeling. Living with a wicked step mother and step sisters can be manageable when you have a good father. But that was not the case for Barbara. Sometimes she suspected her dad was not her father but a step father. It was that bad. One day,she attends a trade fair and gets this amazing gift from a nice stranger. A bracelet. A special one that changes colour kind of like a chameleon. She continues living her normal life or so she thinks Find out what happens in this twisted tale of magic,mystery and everything not nice. Completed. First draft

Life wasn't fair, when Winry wanted to die, she lived; and when she wanted to live, she died. When meeting a cetrain blond man, her life took an unplanned turn.

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

Is Wattpad a good or bad thing? Are the people on here writers or do they just think they are? Whatever your answer to those questions there are a lot of mysteries surrounding Wattpad and the people that choose to write here. Every day thousands of you get on your computer and chase Wattpad all day long looking for something. What are you looking for and is Wattpad the place for you? I think we should all take a good look at these questions and try to answer them the best we can. It's time to be honest with ourselves. I am going to pose some questions here and make some observations that you might find not to your liking. It's okay. You'll live. Let's be honest with each other and see where this goes. Join me. Let's chase Wattpad together.

"I'm not grieving for you, I'm coming for you" We all encounter losses of loved ones, sometimes the horrid past can bring about pleasant ghosts of memories.

He doesn't even know her name. And she hasn't asked for his, not that it matters. He wouldn't tell her anyway. And it's probably for the best. The less they know about each other, the better. As it stands now, he knows more than he would ever want to know about her and her freeze-dried groom stashed in the unit that he just purchased. Sam wonders if she knows anything about him other than what she knows of his skill in the bedroom, or from what he told her back at the storage units. But then, does it really matter? ~~~ Please read the "The Freeze-Dried Groom" first before reading this entry. It really is a wonderful short story (Margaret Atwood's short story, that is) and I only hope that my little fanfic does it a bit of justice. http://www.wattpad.com/71192313-the-freeze-dried-groom-one-of-the-nine-tales-in Good luck to everyone else who's entered!

This novel is about the latest and biggest discovery of the love kind in recent years - The FriendZone - also known as a well where once a girl puts you, there is no coming back. There have been some legendary saying of guys who got out of this zenith. Yes there is a coming back !!! So how do some guys managed to escape from this so called never ending friendzone. This is the story about not one, not two, and yes obviously not three or four but about 6 guys stuck in friendzone, their journey at that point of time. Did they managed to escape, well not all but some. This novel is not for teary eyes, it's full of humor. So, teary eyes please have an excuse. P.S : this is also a mystery type, as author i.e. I am also one of these 6 guys and that is inspired from my real life. I won't be telling and let it open to readers to guess which one is me. Most people do not believe in the concept of time machine. Well I am also not that hell of a believer but some time I wish that time machine should have existed. You do anything wrong, you get back into that time and change that way you handled the situation. Actually, time machine exists in our real life. Sometimes there are Deja vu kind of situations. Especially in love life. If you ever had multiple partner/crushes (word used here for our fallen brothers). You would have experienced that same kind of situations arise which were there with your previous partner and this time you are experienced enough that you handle it the right way. Criticism is welcome.