Throughout my childhood, my dad and I used to play this game where we brainstorm some ideas (most of them so silly that mom would eventually scold us for being psychotic) in which the world becomes a better place. One time, we divided the universe into two categories: The Pear Community, and the Piña Coladas. People who belong to the Pear Community are totally normal. They live their life regularly, eat meals every day, and socialize with others on a daily basis. But dad used to joke about them, saying that they act like zombies (minus the brain-sucking, of course). Their emotions are stable. Too stable, actually, that they could substitute for zombies: blank, with faces as hard as stones. The other sort, the one my dad proudly claimed that I belong in, is the 'Piña Coladas'. These people are rare. And, to some extent, dangerous. You won't be capable of identifying them just by looking at them. These people are highly complex. Mentally and Emotionally. They feel things with much more intensity, tending to magnify everything around them 10 times more than things really are. .. I was so little when my dad made this list. It had been long buried since he died. But now, as I pack my suitcase that will take me away from my bitter past, I realize that this theory, which my dad and I named: The Pear-Colada Theory, would be the most important gear I'd ever need. It's just a small, insignificant headstart, but I'll carry on with it, like a precious family heirloom that passed down to me. Over the years, I've made mistakes. Lots of them. And I need a chance to start over. But first, I'll require a well-planned scheme to get started. Cover by the super-talented: @Letterbyowl

My name's Ross, Demi Ross. See what I did there? The James Bond reference? Last name first? No? Oh well. And if you're wondering, yes my real name is Demi, nothing more and nothing less. But some people call me Dem. Naaa who am I kidding? Everyone calls me Demi, I don't think anyone has ever thought of the nickname "Dem", other than myself of course, But who cares? As long as I'm called something nice I don't mind. Speaking of minds, I have a well.... You know what, let me just tell you a part of my life, and you can judge, only this time though.

She was loved for her blithe spirits. She was way too outgoing with whoever she could talk with. She was as tender as a young bud; a girl with no limits for her selflessness. Until selfishness, with it's heavy, premeditated steps, crushed her with no sympathy, leaving all but little crumbs behind. But they started healing. These little nothings started alleviating into a new, independent body with a brand-new soul that got fiercer than ever. ❄❄❄❄❄ #WContest2015 entry

A thought of the mind & the observatory eye speaks louder than the actions performed or the words spilled from one's tongue. Perhaps, you've been observing quite deeply. This is the illusion of perceptivity. Here are intent words that I write. I hope you comprehend them intensely however you observe them. Arigato.

15 years old Minatuzoki hears the whisper of the winds.

A coming of age romance dazzles up with two conflicted juveniles who were forced to wedlock for the sake of their parent's affairs purposes. Humorous and Dramatic situations stir up between Sehun and Krystal who seem to have hatred for one another instead leads to develop into some sort of unusual feelings between the two throughout their overbearingly rough days. Will they overcome the unpredictable fate?

A breast cancer patient. A legal battle. A doctor who leads a life he vows to keep a secret. A dead mother. An ongoing family feud. A dozen murder attempts. A chilling story behind it all. 18 year old Erica Grey expected herself to die in peace if her cancer ever got the best of her. So far, the multiple attempts on her life are proving her wrong. ____ "I'm not even sure what's going on anymore," I sighed. "I've just learned to accept it all with open arms." "No, you haven't," he replied calmly. "You're still scared Erica. Terrified even. I know you care too much. You're still looking for that atom of good in the hearts of the people who tried to murder you. And-" "I know what you're gonna say," I interrupted. "It's probably going to get me killed." "Not probably, definitely. But yes, you were close."

🔱 Alex looked at me with his lips lifted up slightly at one end, ''We will teach you how to fight.'' Shrugging nonchalantly in the end while slipping his hands through the black boxing gloves. "Uh- come again..?" I choked out breathlessly. They can't possibly be serious, right? I mean- I can barely kick a ball without cringing! ''You heard him, it's simple. We'll teach you how to fight.'' Jacob grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement.🔱 Seventeen year old, Kara Roderick lives with her dad, older brother, and her step-mom. Kara's one of those typical nerds, bookworm, or whatever you want to call her. She would rather sit down and read a good book with a bowl of popcorns than go out and party. On the other hand, Colton Smith, or also known as schools ''bad boy''. His main target? To make Kara's life living hell. One day, Kara faces her greatest fear and that is when her life changes completely.

~Pretty girls score the guys, tough girls kick their asses, but smart girls know how to leave them speechless~ Guess that makes me a combination of all three... Nah, who am I kidding? I'm not that awesome. Ok, maybe a little bit. Now I'm just flattering myself. The name's Zeina but people prefer to call me Zay, for a reason I will never understand. I'm a Muslim teen who currently resides in Brisbane, Australia. As you will read, my personality gets me into the strangest and most chaotic disasters ever known to man. Nah, I'm just fooling with ya. But I am a handful. I'm not always accepted for who I am and I'm planning to change that. Prepare for one hell of a roller coaster ride and embarrassments that ought to make you all feel good about yourselves. Enjoy reading about my life everyone! Updated frequently Credit for the awesome cover goes to @SarcasticiGirl *Contains a bit of swearing