Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. Whe...
She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't g...
He had on oversized glasses, that made his face seem so tiny. But, even from back here I could see his blue eyes. He was wearing a red plaid shirt with a pair of skinny jeans, and completed the look with a pair of red Chuck Taylor's. He looked at my car in disgust, as he rolled out his bike. The first thing he said t...
A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]
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 depress...
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
[on hold for who knows how long] All Rebecca did was wish for one chance to fall in love. She had accepted the consequences and hardships love had thrown towards her path, but winters are heartless, just like love.
It was one of the hottest summers in man's history that year, and that was the summer I was properly introduced to Rock'n'Roll, fearless dancing ways, and a boy in a black leather jacket always with a smoke behind his ear. That was the most unforgettable summer of '63 where I spent the time with my family at The Kelle...
w h i m s i c a l --- my thoughts come in vivid colours, waiting to be unleashed and set free.
(sequel of that sad fairy tale) ❝i realized something: maybe the beast didn't have to be with bell, or snow white to be with some boy she met while cleaning! certainly it's fate that told me that you had to be barefooted and fly up to the second star to the right straight on 'till three o'clock in the morning. it took...
ad·o·les·cence /ˌadlˈesəns/ Noun The period following the onset of puberty during which a young person develops from a child into an adult. Poetry #131 Non-Fiction #51
Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all hap...
The darling of the fashion world and co-host of the music TV show Fuse News shares her inspirations, musings, and her own very personal and eclectic style. With influences that range from the sultry beauty of Jane Birkin to the rocker chic of Mick Jagger, it’s no wonder that everything worn by Alexa Chung instantly be...
What if someone said something to you, trying to discourage you from following your dreams. Would you give up on that dream? Or would you follow that dream and prove them wrong. What if the person who tired to discourage you came to an event of your dream that is now reality and tried to win you back? My name is Oli...
❝you shut out everyone who could possibly care about you. why?❞ ❝because they don't actually care. they're just curious.❞ copyrighted © 2013 by vunhong all right reserved coming soon.
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
[ONGOING] Callie Silverstone – the sweet something, that wore pieces of material instead of headbands – had worked in the grungy odds and sods shop that sold vintage Marilyn Monroe posters, vinyl records, run-down guitars and a bit of everything else, for a total of seven months. Zayn Malik had entered the store on an...
[Includes Something about Summer & After Rain] Raine Evans had everything. Okay, maybe not. So she avoided her problems a bit too much and didn't have the best past, but she was happy. Then summer came. What started out as a crazy challenge and a devious, match-making best friend turned into an unconscious game of hea...
It was an unspoken agreement between us. Some nights he would show up at my window and I let him in, no questions asked. And the next day, it was forgotten; we just continued on as the strangers we were to each other.
he was quiet, she was loud he was normal, she was crazy he was lost, and so was she and that's truly how the craziness all began © 2013 divurge all rights reserved ps, excuse the horribleness of this book i hate it v v v much but i won't delete it so (:
“You know,” I started, as I looked him in his leaf coloured eyes. “For answering that rhetorical question, you’re a bit strange.” “Says the girl covered in coffee and holding a polaroid.” © 2013 by wreckedkids All rights reserved.
❝i meet prince charming at the wrong ball, wearing the wrong dress given by my evil stepmother who might be my fairy godmother and he kissed me at twelve o' clock then one thing i am not sure is that he took one of my glass slippers called: love. this time, i chased after him. i know it's a sad fairy tale.❞ ◄► copyrig...
"When you finally let go of the past something better will come along." (cover by moonxriver)
NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE ON AMAZON AND BARNES&NOBLE! THIS IS A SAMPLE OF THE PUBLISHED BOOK. _____________________________ Livvie Jefferson is lame. If it weren't for the secret list of crazy things she'd like to do, she'd be less interesting than a piece of stale bread. Harvey Lockwell is a God. An unattainable G...
⌲ With each stroke he came closer. With each movement they became more connected. With each soft touch he came to life under her. He was so close, but still a hundred miles away. If only she could erase him from her mind as easily as from the paper. All Rights Reserved...
❝vintage radio, 87.4 FM and the thoughts of a distant, traveling Nora.❞ ||cover by hopedonuts||
When Carson first met her, she was mixing chemicals for him. When Dalia first met him, he was daydreaming. She's not like the girl he met. He broke her more than she thought he would. listen to the soundtrack: 8tracks.com/mydearcaptain/the-many-faces-of-miss-fuller cover by @imploding-hearts
