Toby didn't like to talk to people or look them in the eye. He didn't need friends. Or did he? Shipped off to summer camp, Toby had more new things to get used to than he could deal with. Could his cabinmate, Noah, offer the support he so desperately needed?

Ash was built on lies, rumors, deceitfulness- had learnt it the hard way, became what everyone accused him of being. His heart was made of ice, froze a little bit more year after year, was cold at the touch- yet he only needed something, someone to warm it, to melt that uncrossable barrier he had surrounded himself with. It cut like daggers- everyone was scared of him, wouldn't dare try and if they did he pushed them away, didn't really want to be helped- he was self destructive. That was why I thought if I held his heart in my hands, I would bleed, it would hurt, but maybe I would defeat the ice.

this is our secret, so don't tell anyone, okay? Copyright2016©PointTrueNorth Highest rankings: #10 <<November 27th, 2016>> #38 <<November 3rd, 2016>>

A story that follows the journey of young Theo, a transgender boy faced with the harsh reality that being his true self could possibly be the most difficult thing he'll ever have to do. Learning all too soon that love and trust can be such fickle things. Warning: Possible dark themes, transphobic/homophobic comments, depressive thinking and subsequent actions. If you have a problem with transgender and genderqueer alike, feel free to leave. If you have a problem with homosexuality or any sexuality apart from hetero, feel free to leave. If you are here only to spam and leave crude, offensive comments, feel free to leave.

Seventeen-year-old Kit Taylor loves working at the local music store. It's his escape from his overly judgmental and homophobic family. His moody and sarcastic personality disappears along with his problems. He even manages to tolerate the thirteen-year-old girls that come in and giggle at him or get a stupid album from the latest pop sensation. Soon, escaping from his family won't be the only reason he enjoys working there. It might have to do with an adorable crazy haired boy and his strange, oversized sweaters. ************ "Your hair is messier than my life." "I highly doubt that" **** DISCONTINUED.

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

[ book one of the Sticks and Stones series ] Felix was a freak and Sam was hopelessly in love with him. (BoyxBoy) Highest ranking: #68 in Romance

"Who are you?" I asked, wincing when I heard my voice tremble in fear. A sad smile appeared on his pale lips. "I thought maybe you would remember me." He let go of my wrist entirely and allowed his shoulders to fall. Hearing the scrambling of chairs behind me, I craned my neck and saw the others rise from the table. The group of ten or so individuals made an imposing sight, and all I could think of was to get away as fast as I could. They didn't look scary, but something was off. I could feel it. I was certain. As I dashed, I saw one a few other students ignoring those guys completely, and that's when it hit me. No one else could see them. My skin began to prickle, and fear crept up my spine and neck. I ran.

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.