careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

There is a girl who battles her own self. All because of her insecurities. There is a girl who gets into pointless fights with her parents. All because of growing up. There is a girl who fails to see her flair. All because of herself. This girl is me, Tina Collins. And this girl could be you too. - © 2015 welkinist (cover by fourfootsix)

a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」

❝ They watched the stars, night after night ❞ { Watty 2015 Winner Copyright © republicans. All Rights Reserved }

When one puts love into something, it means a whole fucking lot. [complete]

Neely Lynch wants nothing more than to stay hidden from the spotlight. Raised in the human world, she knows only stories of her true home. A place where dragons rule the skies and wolves prowl in the dark of night. A place where her family name speaks of a terrible and bloody history. A history that no one wants to remember. Fated to be a Dragon Rider, a powerful breed who rule by fire and sword, Neely must learn to hide her heritage in a country which would seek to destroy it. Especially when she is bonded to a breed of dragon that is feared above all and thought to be extinct until then. Demons rise and threaten the fragile peace in Valaxia, forcing Neely to either accept who and what she is, or watch her friends and country fall. (Book One in the Riders Series)

(2014 WATTY AWARD WINNER) She doesn't believe in cliches, but on a road trip through the beautiful Italian countryside with an extremely hot British guy, who wouldn't start believing in them? Rankings: Short Story #2 Note: The entire book is available for purchase on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1680306774/ref=mp_s_a_1_1_twi_pap_2?qid=1450925049&sr=1-1&keywords=Nylla+camphry

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

There is always the fatal goodbye to every hello. [unedited]

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.