Stacey Williams had always loved Axel Teller. But he had paid her no mind. She wanted more than the meaningless flings they had. She wanted her love to be returned. She wanted to be loved back. She did everything to get his attention. She had one-night stands with countless boys - throwing away her innocence - and tearing apart her reputation. All for him. But Axel didn't notice Stacey as anything more than a girl to have a fling with on the side. And Stacey watched as the boy she loved fell for another girl, and they were happy and complete. And Stacey was alone and hated. Tarnished and scarred. She was the girl he left behind. [The first book won the 2015 Wattys for the Cover-to-Cover award and 2016 Fiction Awards. Book two won the 2018 Fiction Awards. #1 in Teen Fiction and Short Story.] book two is currently unavailable, it will be released late 2023.

❝ the heart was made to be broken ❞ -oscar wilde. in which ramona loves too easily and gets her heart broken, several times, by several different people. #300 SS | originally published in 2016, republished in 2018 |

sie wollte so sein, wie eins der schönen Mädchen an der Schule, denn alle hatten nur Augen für sie. highest ranking in short story #138 beendet am 13.März.2017 überarbeitet am 24.März.2018 Cover-Art by @fuckingnice © edna malloy, 2017

"Es ist viel Liebe im Spiel nötig gewesen um ihn so zu hassen, wie ich es tue." Über Bonnie, die Clyde liebte. Über Clyde, der nicht liebte. Über das was davon übrig blieb, als 167 Kugeln in den Ford V8 schlugen.

sie wartet er sucht sie sucht er wartet |Cover by onelittlelovestory| ©2017 all rights reserved

osculation (n.) [from the latin 'osculum' meaning kiss] i. the place where two curves or surfaces come into contact, or where their common tangent exists. ii. the act of kissing. • • • [ CL#50 | 10.22.2016 ] [ loosely inspired from one tree hill ] [ copyright © incendia- (of wattpad) two thousand and sixteen. all rights reserved. ] [TRASH WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 14 PROCEED WITH CAUTION]

We can be Heroes, just for one day. ~ David Bowie In Erinnerung an eine Legende

"why are you here?" he whispered into the darkness. "because i can't sleep, and the darkness is more welcoming than my bed." she whispered back. "how about you?" "the stars." was his only answer, and they let the wind carry out their conversation. [lowercase intended]

her name is elisa morgan, and i have always wanted to be in her shoes. Copyright 2017 by Megan [Storywritermeg on Wattpad] All Rights Reserved. [Completed On 2/10/17]

Jeden Montag fährt er mit der Bahn. Jeden Montag steigt sie dazu. Jeden Montag schauen sie sich unauffällig an und wünschen sich, miteinander zu reden. Jeden Montag herrscht jedoch statt eines Gesprächs Stille. Doch wirklich jeden Montag? [#28 in Kurzgeschichten, 25.10.17] • Watty-Gewinner 2017 •