the island of st barths, cradled by the north end of the gulf of the carribean, is a pretty place. on first glance the people who lived there were pretty too - their lips seemed to bulge just as the fruit did, and their eyes caught the sun as did the sea. they were humble, some intellectual, some young, most old. there was a girl called Elodie on this island. Elodie Chantraine. to look at, simply beautiful. it was a pity one couldn't crack open her skull and look inside. perhaps it would have revealed a different story. this story is not one of romance. it is one of Elodie. this story is the exposé of Elodie Chantraine. a sort of coming of age, where no coming of age occurs. a tale of a girl who's beauty has failed her conscience, which has neglected its righteous maturation and left it rotting. to highlight some of her flaws - she is of a girl who is self absorbed, greedy, manipulative, privileged, ungracious, ungrateful, but to the world - perfect. a child who plays with maturity as if it is a toy employed for her will. an intellectual who understands nothing. a story of an antagonist thrust into the role of protagonist. don't let her seduce you. be warned, she's very good at it. oh! just so carelessly good. perhaps if you see past her glistening and sickly beauty and charm, she'll even then able to seduce you with her flaws, and you'll relish in all the terrible in her, terribleness you might remember in yourself, that might sidle and lurk in the moist corners of your heart. • #theLitAwards2019

That cute senior in art class. Brendon. It seemed like he had such a beautiful mind. He's a smooth talker and flirty. He's funny as hell and has a bright smile that will make a girl melt into a puddle. Kai is a sophomore. She has a passion for art and is shooting for a scholarship. Kai, wanting help and an excuse to talk to her crush, asks Brendon for some help on her technique. He takes an interest in her after spending time together after school. He tells her about his goal to find the 'perfect canvas.' Kai loves how artistic and poetic and smart he is. She wants to help him. "The perfect canvas. That's what I'm looking for. But, that's when she walked in the door. 'You're late, Kai,' the teacher, Mr. Scott stated. She rolled her eyes and I heard her mutter, 'Obviously...' She was a sarcastic one, she would probably put up a fight; and I like that. She is what I am looking for."