Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

"how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist." - all credits for the characters and events go to james dashner and wes ball - COPYRIGHT © -theglue 2017

ghost /gōst/ noun 1. an apparition of a bright purple-haired girl who is believed to appear or become manifest to the living, typically to a british actor named thomas brodie-sangster verb 1. to leave smoothly or effortlessly 2. to disappear quite completely

❝i think we're in deep klunk right about now...❞ ⠀⠀⠀In which some electronic texting devices get sent up to a bunch of teenage boys stuck in a maze. ⠀⠀⠀If only it was that simple. © dylancbrien [ TOP 500 IN TEENFICTION ] !! WARNING; may cause severe laughter

"My beautiful Puppet Boy and my beautiful Puppet Girl." A teenage boy and girl find themselves trapped in the lair of a crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ #1 in horror - 12/6/15 [featured - 12/30/15] IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

*:･ﾟ✧ A story in which Natalia is set up on a blind date with her high school crush.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 'I am 100% sure that she doesn't belong here- she doesn't know what a bloody pair of shoes are called let alone her own last name. If she even has one!' and I am also 100% sure that everyone who's met me after I met Dagmar is 100% sick of me. But Dagmar truly doesn't belong here, or in the city, with other people at least. I met her in the forest and that's where she'll always belong. Dagmar is a creature of the forest and a creature of her own rules, not a city living, rule abiding creature. This is the story of how I met Dagmar. It's not a story of resentment, wishing I'd never met her and it's certainly not a tale that I speak of fondly, but rather a tale that I speak of just to come to terms with my odd reality.

WOC FACE CLAIMS. ❝ women come from a whole range of backgrounds. if our visions of peace don't include these differences, then our peace will be partial. ❞ #15 in random women of color face claims book one : ongoing copyright 2016 © estreiias