Highest ranking: #26 in Science Fiction ; Felix wants to be a Guardian. A boy with a strange brain and a stranger heart, he has one week to prove himself worthy of protecting those he loves from the creatures that roam around Sector-33, all the while battling the demons inside his head and the confusion of his heart. Dear ____ , My therapist told me to start writing these letters. I don't understand the point of them, when I'm never going to put a stamp on them or write an address on them and send them off. And you're never going to read this, anyways. My life's just changed. And it's not because I've figured out that I'm gay. It's not even because my parents divorced and my Dad moved out. It's not because Sara got accepted into Uni. Tomorrow, I might never come back home. And even if my mission partner is the hottest guy in the world, I might not come back home. I don't want to die. I think my goldfish is judging me as I write this. He's always judging me. Love, Felix ________________________________________________________________________ This is my novella entry for the #BadassesMeetLGBT contest. Please vote if you liked it! ________________________________________________________________________ (c)sarahgaier2016 all graphics made by me total word count: 7,125 words

❝ it takes 21 days to form a new habit. ❞ -dr. maxwell maltz when you practically live in a hospital, you'll inevitably get used to terminal sicknesses, depression, and death. it further underlines the quote, "nothing is permanent." caleb has nothing permanent in his life. and ever since his mom's absence, that's all he ever wanted; something tangible, something real, something constant. well, at least there's his one-legged african-american best friend that would never leave him alone (hopefully). and who would've thought that another constant would appear in the form of a cigarette-toting spaniard? and caleb hopes, just hopes, that he wouldn't be another temporary. (lower-case fully intended)

Elliot is, and has always been, stuck in his home town. Sure, it's a fairly large city. Sure, all his family and friends are there. Sure, he has a job he absolutely adores. But he still isn't happy. No matter how much he loves working in Auntie Mae's Tea shop, baking cakes day in and day out, he can't find it in himself to be happy. He knows exactly what's wrong; he has a dream. His dream is to one day move to Paris and open his own bakery. Baking is his passion, and he wants to devote his life to it. The only problem is that he can't seem to get away from his current life to start a new one. He once told himself his studies were holding him back. When he was done with those, he used the excuse of renovating the entire Tea Shop. Then, when he finally couldn't find any more excuses, he gave up. He knew he was waiting for something to happen. The problem? He didn't know what. But what about that man who recently started visiting the shop? He definitely wasn't one of the regulars; his face, you would recognize. He comes every evening at six o'clock, and stays for an hour. Could he be what Elliot is waiting for? *Deals with self-esteem issues which I've been told might be triggering*

"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."

"I'm -- I'm in love with you, Adalia." "What?" Adalia laughed loudly, shaking her head. "That's complete nonsense," she said, staring at him with tired and disbelieving eyes. "You're not in love with me. Love -- love isn't real. Love isn't genuine. Love -- there's no such thing. It's just an illusion, Jaycen. It's just a p h a n t a s m."

# f r e e y o u r b o d y about a girl who lost all confidence and security because of her appearance, & a boy who only wishes for her to see her beauty. # 1 0 3 s h o r t s t o r y

[sequel to teen helpline] ❝Hello, this is the Breakup Helpline, designed and manufactured to cater to your brokenhearted needs. How may I help you?❞ ❝My girlfriend...just cheated on me. With my best friend.❞ ❝Um..uh, hold on...oh, fuck! There's nothing on how to respond to that in these answer sheets!❞ ___________________________________________________________________ When happy-go-lucky Theo Hastings discovers his best friend has been fucking his girlfriend behind his back for the last six months, Theo's whole life has been careening on the rocks- until his cousin, Damien Carson, forces him to look for help on a helpline- a particular helpline call the 'Breakup Helpline' and there he meets sarcastic, cynical realist Serena Adams, who doesn't believe in love at all. And maybe, just maybe, Theo can change her mind. this is a tale about the hopeless romantic and the skeptical non-believer, the idealistic sentimentalist and the bitter soul, and how fate brings them together.

In which a girl writes down a person for 30 days explaining how that person killed her First book in the Action/Reaction series. {#2 in Short Story 2.11.15} Cover by: @imparitea

"Of course I love her! I love her more than anything in this world. Seeing her in so much pain makes me want to kill myself knowing it is me who is causing it." She slammed her hand into the table, glaring up at him. "Then why don't you fucking accept her as your mate? Why can't you heal her? Why can't you save her?" He returned her glare, his blue eyes darkening to a shade away from black. "Because I'd rather see her in pain then see her dead." (Not as cliché and you assume)