In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

Last month, pop sensation three-times Grammy award winner Ira Camille killed herself. cover by @maskedst

"beautifully dark, thought provoking, and heartfelt. moonlight is one of those rare eye-opening short stories that display just how cruel the reality really is." -archertypes ( aka officialfuryevans), author of #1 short stories cinderelliot, hate line, and miss delivery girl. he was just a boy who knew too much, who saw too much, who hurt too much. WINNER OF THE 2017 FICTION AWARDS ||cover made by @archertypes|| {highest rank: #34 s.s.}

" he broke up with his supposedly true love, her. she can't seem to do anything but write. " 「 watty award winner 2015 / #1 in short story 」 copyright © 2015 by 13-year-old layla all rights reserved.

Cody has just lost the love of his life, Peyton. He' s losing his mind without her, just like how she lost hers.

A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depressed loner Lolita Abri - and falls headfirst into love. Throughout the course of one school year, they unravel each other and their sadness, setting apart their differences and realizing that sometimes love isn't enough - and sometimes it just might be. [FIRST DRAFT] Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXTbhopy9ts © All Rights Reserved. Teen Fic #7 A Wattpad Featured story

Rhysand, Everything is in here. I'm sorry I stole them. Your hoodie, your cologne, your earrings, your college shirt and all your other shirts, your watch. The key to this house. I'm not giving you back your lighter. Here's a lollipop instead. If I forgot anything, let me know. - Andy

Half-glass full and cynical Calista Dames can sketch out her life in a series of plans, predictions and preparations. She's the girl who knows what she's doing and where she's going, the girl with all the questions answered, the girl with a foundation and a structure of her whole life because she has it all figured out. But when she meets Flynn, a brown-eyed Dutch-Indian boy with a thousand-year-old soul, everything around her comes crashing down. And nothing is ever the same ever again. For people who never belonged because sometimes you need to be a little lost so you can be found again. And sometimes, that's everything you need.

When lonely artists Ashton and Ria come together, nothing can prepare them for the collision. They're drawn to each other like day and night, but with more in common than they could ever know. After being burned by past lovers, they're hesitant to give their connection a chance, sending them on a journey of discovering themselves and one another. Though the longer they spend time together, painting love across the starless nights, the faster shadows of the past slip through the cracks of their fantasy. Beneath Ashton's gentle exterior rests a nest of lies. He's hiding something, a past so dark it puts Ria's very life at risk. Blinded by her need to free him from pain and self-destruction, she takes his flaws head-on and falls onto the radar of his most ruthless enemies. With lies, secrets, and schemes storming over the horizon, it'll take everything to keep Ria from falling into darkness as she attempts to save Ashton from his own. .・。. ✧ second draft; unedited This book contains the rewritten version of Strokes, Tides, and Stars. Each book will be separated into parts.

Mary Jane Chaucer hasn't forgotten Seth. Even when the world already has. It's been two years since he left without a trace-turned into no more than a ghost-and Mary Jane knows nothing beyond his first name, the fact that he likes scrambled eggs, and that his heart is kind and Mary Jane owes him. A lot. What are the chances that her one-night-stand, in an attempt to forget and let go for a night, hasn't forgotten Seth either? So, with his help, she looks for the boy. But perhaps she doesn't need to look far.