Rowan was just here to be a ghostwriter. Investigating a small town's folklore and its connection to a real life murder wasn't part of his contract. ***** Rowan Underwood promised himself he'd do one last gig as a ghostwriter, tired of hearing everyone say how good of an opportunity it is. Bags packed, he moves to a small town in Nova Scotia, hands full of mythology and folklore books to write the work of a lifetime, and even has the help of Isla Guerreiro, small and fierce. When the myths become reality, when he's not entirely sure reality is what it appears to be, Rowan must do everything in his power to find out the truth about a murder before his name cannot be cleared any longer. [[WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]] [[WATTYS 2019 WINNER]] Content warnings: This story contains some scenes of violent nature. © 2017 caterina george // all rights reserved

In which an optimistic girl tries to fix a broken boy. But a helpline can only do so much. ████████████████ Written in dialogue form. Also written when I was like 15 so please don't come for me :') Not a prequel to "Parent Helpline". © @MiaNightlock. Cover(s) made by @grayscns, @DannieBlack_LCB, and myself.

There's no way Taryn's taking Blake's place as president of the student body. As soon as the memorial for him and six of their friends is over, she's resigning as VP. Really. Except people say the fire was no accident. (She says it's way too easy to blame someone who's dead.) When Taryn reads the writing on the wall, literally, the bathroom wall, she knows what it means. To get to the truth she has to come out from under her paisley comforter. But, seriously, what stage of grief says Taryn has to be the one to fix what's wrong at Ideal High? Maybe she's the one who's broken.

They called him Rain. And with good reason, Val soon found out. For when he came into her life everything changed - the clouds all came out and they never went away again. And all that was left was a soggy mess. short story #99 // 29.03.2015 [current cover by @soundthealarm]

In which Becks commits suicide and Gayle spends the next fifty days wondering exactly what she should have done differently. © 2014 inexistence Spiritual #20 [26.11.14] Short Story #26 [05.12.14] Short Story / Spiritual crossover #1 [21.11.14]

Everyone in Stapleton knew of him, but no one really knew him. She'd never heard of him, but she sure wished she had.

In which two teens meet on the streets of a modern day Northern Ireland and never really tell each other anything. © 2014 inexistence Short Story #91 [09.10.14] Teen Fic #332 [11.10.14]

To know someone secretly loves you, would make anyone feel bubbly inside. But what happens if that love turns into an obsession? © twothousandandfourteen - [le huynh]

Aria has always laid low in school with her tight-knit group of friends. When she meets Nash at a party, he's rude, he's blunt, and he's got more baggage than he can carry. Aria immediately dislikes him. But the line between hate and love is very thin, and a continuous game of Never Have I Ever may change everything.

"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the upper right corner. Elizabeth had her pale pink chair with white daiseys in the lower right corner. Audrey had her yellow chair with white roses in the upper left corner. Taylor had her black chair with red roses in the lower left corner. I had a white chair with sunflowers that sat in the center, the very center of the room. Each of us had a light above our heads. There were no covers in the lights just the wires losely hanging with the light attached at the end. The front legs of all our chairs had buckles that when we sat down they were right where our ankles were like he knew just were to put them. There were buckles on our arm rests that when we laid are arms on them the buckels our wrist were in the perfect spot. I think its funny how we all never made the conecction." "What conecction would that be?" "That we all have brown hair, blue eyes, were 5'5, all weighed 130. That when you put the first letter of each of our names together it spells Death. I love how at one point we all thought something, right before we were taken. Dani thought she was going to get mail. Elizabeth thought she was picking up dinner. Audrey thought she was going to class. Taylor thought she was taking her dog for a walk and I thought I was going to marry him and that I loved him with all my heart."