basically where i post what can't go anywhere else. → os = oneshot → cos = competition oneshot → ds = deleted scene - all rights reserved 2013 © cathartics

Aurora Rae Edwards wasn't your average girl; in fact, she was far from normal. What wasn't normal, you ask? Aurora hadn't uttered a word since she was thirteen.

❝ in which a girl loved a boy, even more than she loved herself. ❞ © serena adams. all rights and reserved.

The town of Salem, Louisiana is a quaint little town. No more than forty people live in it. To most, Salem doesn't even exist, in fact it's not even on the map. It's been six years and five days since a single traveler passed through. So when five strangers bus breaks down they're welcomed with open arms by some, and others not so much. They have to wait a whole month till a part for their buses engine comes in. The only good part about this is nobody knows who they are. One month in a quiet town without being famous sounds like heaven on earth for the boys.

Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

Carrie Enders is a 16 year old girl. Who just happens to be Louis Tomlinson's distant cousin. So what happens when One Direction decides to take her away from the hellhole she lives in? Will she find peace? Love?

A girl who has just figured out what she wants to do with her life. She yearns to travel the globe; taste what the world has to offer; her hands are outstretched toward the feeling of utter and complete happiness knowing she is where she is supposed to be. Where she is destined to be. Not knowing that her so-called destiny means running into a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy of One Direction. Will she be brave enough to knock down her own walls and let him in? Will she let something that has the all-encompassing potential to be utterly and irrevocably amazing happen? --- Feel free to check out my Teen Fiction story, "7 Letters". Description: "For an insurmountable time, I sat there, in my parked car, staring blankly through the windshield with jumbled thoughts. How dare he try and charm his way back into my life? How could he? What he did was unforgivable. Unreasonable. The very thought of what he did makes me cringe and disgusted in not only him but of the person that I put so much faith and belief in. I believed he’d prove everything I ever thought, wrong. I believed the people I loved wouldn’t hurt me. But there I was again, proving myself wrong as well. I was left with nothing but hurt, doubt and regret weighing heavy on my weak, fragile shoulders." -- Age 5, 6 words and 7 letters. At the age of 5, there were 6 words and 7 letters that brought Philipa and Matthew together. Matthew was the last person Philipa expected to hurt her in the most unimaginable way possible. He proves her wrong and replaces all of the faith and trust she had in him and the world before her with doubt and distrust. Will these seven letters be the only thing to bring them back together like it did the first time? Link: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8282053-7-letters

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.