Book 1 ❝ She was sweet like cookies, he was smooth like cream.❞ In which two best friends break apart but slowly find their way back home. #8 in short story Cover by xFakingaSmilex

Completed June 22, 2015 "Up here, there isn't son of so-and-so. There is you, and there is me. That's it." And then she smiles, like it actually is the most simple thing in the world. • • • Every night he goes up to watch the city lights from the hood of his car. Every night he wonders about the stars. Every night he is alone. Until one night, he isn't. He's grown up here his entire life. He knows everyone and everyone knows him. But he's always wondered what it would be like if for one day, life were. . . Better. She just moved here. She has only her sister for a friend and knows no one. Until that is, when she came stumbling across the best thing this town has to offer-a great city view. • • • I DO NOT OWN THE PHOTO ON THE COVER! I FOUND A PICTURE ONLINE AND THREW SOME FANCY WORDS ON IT.

in which two music tastes meet

"They say that before you an I had ever existed there was a kingdom and within its borders a world of magic." "And what happened to this kingdom Mama?" The older woman hummed softly, braiding the childs hair with gentle fingers, "The kings and queens of the surrounding realms saw danger in this kingdoms residents, for you see, it was the only land where magic resided. Together the waged a war against the potential threat to protect their subjects. The war was long. But eventually the kingdom of magic was purged." The little girl peered up at her mother, wide eyed, "but what of the men and ladies who use magic today?" "There were few that were spared in that war. the magic users we see today are their decedents. They side with kingdoms as they see fit and aid us." She peered at her reflection in awe, "All of them?" At this her mother gave pause, "...no, not all. There is one who claims no alliance. She is an ally to no kingdom." The child wrinkled her nose in confusion, "so she helps everyone?" "No..this sorceress is not kind like the few you have met through your father. She wishes for nothing more than destruction." "why?" "No one knows my dear child. Nor do we wish to cross paths with her even if it means to discover why." "But..wouldn't it help to ask her?" "It is not that simple dear. one day you will understand." The child hummed a bit, "okay." The room plunged into silence. "Hey mama?" "Yes dear?" "What is that ladies name?" The mother shook her head slightly, "No one knows, not really. She is shrouded in darkness, her identity a mystery besides the rumors that float around her. But they call her Sin." The little girl cocked her head to the side, "and what did Sin do with her magic if she didn't help people with her power?" At this the mother blanched, "She became the greatest assassin that ever lived."

in which a boy delivers waffles and a girl eats them. book one in the foodie series ✿lowercase intended✿

In this modern world where magic doesn’t exist, a young woman finds hope in the incredible mind of a fellow patient. Astrid has always been number one in everything, but slashes her wrists when the pressure to be perfect becomes too much. This leads to a long stay in the psych ward of a hospital where she meets Charlie, a delusional young man who is convinced he has magical powers. For Charlie, in the skeptical Astrid he sees a kindred spirit. He believes that it is up to him to show her that magic is something real, something to believe in.

Watty Finalist: Mystery/Thriller, On the Rise I see him vividly in my head. Him. The guy who calls himself A for whatever reason. The guy dressed in a black cloak with a hood that makes his face look like an endless sea of darkness. The guy whose voice is like velvet; so smooth; yet so deep and dark it sends chills down my spine every time he speaks. The guy whose simple words and actions are enough to send my heart into a frenzy. The guy whose black-as-night eyes captivate me day and night. The guy who enjoys teasing me and making me angry, like it's one of his new hobbies. The guy who has the power to make my legs turn to jelly in an instant. The guy whose past is so deep, dark, and bottled up that it scares me. The guy who spends most of his time stalking me; visiting me at night. The guy whose arms hold me so tight and securely. The guy who evokes feelings in me that honestly scare the hell out of me. But he's not just a guy. He's a criminal. The criminal that calls me cupcake.

❝hi this is Panda Express, how may I help you?❞ ❝can i have one order of general tso's chicken? hold the chicken, double the vegetables.❞ ❝how in the world is that general tso's chicken?❞ ☂ lowercase intended. story inspired by many others. ☂ -- just a pinch of love #1 -- #339 in humor 1/2/15

I, Harlyn Moore, played music. He, Braden Karlston, the apparent Bad Boy, loved music. I played, he listened, and that was how we met. It was just Music, Me And Him. And maybe even more. ©AKAElleDuh ALL RIGHTS RESERVED [COMPLETED-5 DECEMBER 2015] {EDITED} Highest ranking in Short Story- #80

"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled against the wind, pulling him back onto the ledge. "I'm trying to die!" he screamed back. "You can't do that!" "Why the hell not?" "Because I was here first, therefore, I reserve the right to jump off first!" When these two people meet on a cold October night, they are quite ready to give up on this mad, cruel world. Follow this dynamic duo as they argue, save each other, and most importantly, learn to seize the day.