The only name she knows is a three digit number. The only place she knows is her town, population 1000, who don't know a damned thing about how they came to be there. The only thing they know is to follow instructions, and to follow the king. Her survival depends upon her following three words, 'stay on schedule.' Any failure to observe this, any deviance, and everything she knows and loves will surely be eradicated. Rebelling most certainly secures death for her, and for anyone connected to her, innocent or not. But that does not stop her from trying.

Ellie was barely in her teens when they'd come and taken her parents. She'd spent the last year doing her best to look after her younger brother, to feed him, protect him. But the world can be cruel and the God of stone was hungry. The priests had come back to choose another.

Set in post-apocalyptic America, a witch orphaned from her deceased family seeks refuge at a whorehouse in order to escape starvation. ***** Ivy Tate has her whole life ahead of her but nothing to live for. The earth has been spewing its guts for years and her clan didn't survive it. The only upside? She's a witch. But contrary to popular opinion, magic can't always save lives. With the threat of a slow, hungry death hanging over her head, she falls into strange company; a band of misfits who have found their own way to survive. Ivy is offered clean clothes, a real bed, and food that doesn't run away. But she quickly realizes the price for luxuries is high, like sell-your-soul high, and she must decide if survival is worth the trade. BLOOMER [Book 1] is an off-the-beaten path tale about a young woman coming of age in a world that is falling apart. Mixing magical realism with speculative fiction and spicing it up with romance, BLOOMER will appeal to readers who like to root for unlikely heroes as they earn their stripes. CONTENT WARNING: There will be whores and there will be cussing. LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and protected by the author. Any similarities between this work and future catastrophic events is purely coincidental. If you find this story on any online platform other than WATTPAD, I did not allow this. You may also be exposing yourself to malware. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe form, do it here on WATTPAD.

"It all started when I turned twelve. Up until then, I was near enough a normal kid. Despite my unusual name, Eli, I fit in pretty well in normal life in London..." Until they came. Without warning, I'm taken from my home and my family on my birthday, to a place that's 'safe' for kids like me. Kids with special abilities. I am one of the six in the ever changing group of kids that posses the powers over the elements... and I'm destined to die when I reach eighteen. With a traitor in our midst, life at the secluded castle that's our home becomes even harder. Can me and some of my newly found friends find a cure for our affliction, and the traitor, or will it be too late for one of us? When the life you know ends in six years, you begin to appreciate every second.

After being chosen to be a hunter, Alexander must team up with four others to go on a perilous journey to stop a mysterious being from inadvertently destroying the world. Along the way, they fight monsters and creatures they've never heard of. They create a bond that stemmed from hate and ignorance. But more importantly, they realize that one of them is actually the one they've trained their whole life to kill...the World Eater.

"The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater." J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings 6 years ago a new law came into play in the United Kingdom: a law created with the intention of keeping control over the population, but left citizens living powerless in fear as the country started falling apart. Zoey Hart refused to crumble along with it, and her days were consumed with protecting the ones she loved from this horrific world. But then Zoey made a startling discovery - one that changed everything.

James Moriarty was the equivalent of Sherlock. The only difference was that he didn't feel. And he was willing, even glad, to kill. Helena Carter is the equivalent of Mycroft. The only difference is: she isn't willing to kill. And in all the games, the chasing, the cases - Sherlock wasn't the target. He never was. Helena wants Mycroft Holmes to break. And so far, he's been dancing to her tune... Perfectly. Posted: 12/2/14 Finished: 12/26/14 Edited: No

We hope you'll be inspired, shocked, amused, and touched by this selection of letters from the DearTeenMe.com website. 'How awesome would it be if authors wrote letters to their teen selves?' A year and a half later, you can pick up DEAR TEEN ME from Zest Books, read more on the website, or just kick back and enjoy the selection we'll be posting here. Co-curators: E. Kristin Anderson and Priya Chand. The individual letters are property of the contributing authors. We can't guarantee your head won't explode from the mix of angst and excitement, but you *will* enjoy the ride.

"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as his gaze burned into mine. Then... ❀ ❀ ❀ After three months in juvenile detention, it's time for Romy Pereira to help out with her family's flower shop. And it's not all bad... until they hire Jack Michel to work beside her. He doesn't speak, communicating with glares and scowls instead of words, and seems to be more interested in literal rocks than other human beings. And with an ex-convict mother, her friends drifting away, and the flower shop falling apart, the last thing Romy wants to deal with is Jack's attitude. She'll forever praise the day he screws up big time and gets himself fired, but until that day comes, it's mostly one cold-hearted girl, her silent (but still infuriating) coworker, and a whole lot flowers. [word count: 100k] [originally written in 2014-2015; re-write completed 2020-2021] ❀ Rankings ❀ #1 in #badgirl #1 in #goodboy #1 in #flowershop #1 in #sociopath

Question: How do you get over it? Answer: You don't. You don't want to. It makes you who you are. Sean Murphy lost his mother days after her fifty-ninth birthday, following a five-year battle with cancer. In this eloquent memoir, he explores his family history through the context of grief, compassion, faith, and the cultivation of an artistic sensibility. Unfolding in a range of voices, brutal and tender in its portrayal of terminal illness, Please Talk about Me When I'm Gone is an unyielding love story, in which devotion and memory are capable of transcending death. I will be serializing this memoir with a new chapter twice a week, on Friday and Sunday.