"No one Knows how I feel, and as I go on everyday I feel like no one ever Will....Until That all changed and so did my Life" -Leigh Anne Pinnock Leigh Anne is struggling internally with her feelings for her Band Mate Jade Thirlwall, and the more she struggles it feels endless.. But soon enough it all starts to change will it last forever?

A collection of the scariest, creepiest and freakiest campfire ghost stories there are! For anyone who likes a thrill. WARNING: Do not read these in bed at night!

"Freak!" cause I was odd. "Pathetic!" cause I was feeble. "Outcast!" cause I was different. I might be all that. But the truth is, this is not how someone unique should be described. They say never fear your reflection, because this is who you are. But would you get scared if your image was absorbed instead of being reflected?

"It's 3am and all I want is your lips on mine. It's the same as yesterday at 7pm, or Thursday at noon. It's the same as every hour, every minute, every second since I met you." #26 in Short Story.

"I am standing outside of the abandoned New Province Warehouse, where earlier in the evening police discovered a vicious crime scene, as of yet there is no information as to what exactly happened tonight. Earlier tonight police received an anonymous tip leading them to the old warehouse. What they found inside was something straight out of a horror film. According to our sources earlier in the night police recovered three missing persons. The first two walked into the police station earlier this week by the names Gaby Smith and Nate Worthington. What we do know is that when they stormed into the police station they had information on a third kidnap victim. It is unknown what happened to the third victim or if they will survive through the night, we are told that whomever the third victim is, is in critical condition. We will be covering this story as we find out more, until then our prayers go out to the loved ones. This has been Breaking News with Cyndi Tochanami bringing you the news as it happens. Until next time, signing off." One teenager, five females, three males; one thing in common: they all were kidnapped by a crazed gang out for one thing. One thing unknown. Join the teenager on the fight to get out alive - for good - and to figure out why they were taken in the first place.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close." - Pablo Neruda, '100 Love Sonnets' All the credit for this breathtakingly gorgeous cover goes to Şevval (beautlies). Highest ranking: #14 in Poetry

”That’s where I will always love you.” Quinlan Day lives for normal. Her normal morning routine, normal friends, and a normal life in the ordinary town of Icehaven, Maine. Anything other than normal could mean something unexpected, unplanned, or unpredictable. Just like when her dad mysteriously disappeared in the middle of a midnight fishing trip when she was young, never to be seen again. So when she meets Peter, a boy whose first name practically spells trouble, her world spins out of control. When Quinn finds her missing dad’s old journal that talks about a faraway land where people never age, things start to change. Shadows in the alleys seem to be watching her every step, and she can’t shake the feeling of constant pursuit. The more she let’s her mind wander, and the more her heart falls for the dark boy she pushes away at all costs, the more danger follows. Will Quinn take charge of the abnormal events that haunt her life like a bad dream? Or will her heart be swallowed by the shadows that lurk in the night? ”You aren’t from around here are you?” I whisper, my breath causing wisps of smoke to rise in the cold night. His back remains to me, blonde hair silhouetted by the moon. His back tenses under the leather jacket. “No,” he says, as if in a daze. “Not even close.”

"The girl isn’t human. She’s a weapon. And he stole her." When Kayla Hart wakes up on the side of an abandoned road, she doesn’t know what to think. More importantly, she doesn’t remember how she got there. All she knows is that when she first opened her eyes, her life turned into some sort of nightmare. Her family is gone, her house has disappeared, and her life-long best friend doesn't even recognize her. Suddenly, it seems that Kayla never existed in the first place. Thrown into a life of danger and pursuit, Kayla discovers that she has powers she couldn’t imagine. And with a secret society hot on her trail, she wonders if the life she knew was really her life at all. What if everything she’s ever known...was a lie? "I will fight back."

Evelynn Greyson doesn’t have dreams. She has nightmares. Ever since she was a child, Eve can’t remember feeling safe in her own bed. She’s tried everything from counting sheep to sedatives, but nothing can stop the chilling images that fill her sleep when the sun goes down. Whoever said to not be afraid of the dark? Well, they don’t experience hell whenever their eyelids flutter shut and the lights flick off. When her seventeenth birthday strikes, Eve has given up wishing for the moon to never rise. But when she drifts asleep that night, something is different. Every dream since that night has been the exact same, very realistic nightmare. The brutal death of a boy. So when mysterious new boy, Aiden Rynheart, shows up in town, Eve has all but a heart attack. He is an exact mirage of the boy in her dreams, and Eve can’t help the sinking feeling that her dreams aren’t just nightmares anymore. Aiden is going to die, and she must find some way to stop it before it is too late. But there are dark, misleading forces keeping a cold grip on Eve’s mind, and a lifetime of terror might lead to so much more than the life of just one boy. At what point does fear blur with reality?

Two teenagers from two different walks of life write to each other. These are the letters they wrote.