[Coming-of-age, Romance, Existential, Japan] Seiji and Aoi have been inseparable childhood friends and eventually, high school sweethearts. Believing in naive dreams and love, all seems well until a tragedy separates them with a chasm of frozen time. As one struggles with the aftermath, the world moves on, while the other remains still. Battered by temptation and the pressure to grow up, he discovers that life is more complicated than he thought - and that the heart and mind is quite vulnerable to change. Secondhand Memories is an emotional young adult coming-of-age story: a journey about the meaning of growing up, love, loss and sacrifice. --- Originally serialized online in 2008 (Textnovel), Secondhand Memories pioneered the Japanese cell phone novel phenomenon in the English-speaking world, marking a moment in history of a new literary movement among thousands of young writers and readers globally. The remarkably unique fusion of simple haiku-like poetic technique and prose narrative has re-envisioned technology, youth culture, community and literature. This is the Wattpad version of the first draft, where each chapter is originally on separate pages, it is now compiled together for technical reasons. The pioneer English cell phone novel from 2008 is finally published in print and released as a beautiful 6" x 9" 558 page book with stunning illustrations, interior formatting and graphic design on Valentine's Day 2015 by Sakura Publishing, eagerly anticipated by fans and fellow cell phone novelists as a keepsake, fond memories, collector's item and inspirational reading pleasure. Order online via Amazon, Sakura Publishing, and more locations coming soon. More info, links, products, events and previews: http://secondhandmemories.net - From the early writing days of the featured award-winning author of visionary literary novel, "Espresso Love".

[ It was as if the only goddamned way for Harmony to grow was if Orsai was chained to her bed. ] Orsai is alive. Bedridden, but still breathing. Despite the strange events leading up to the accident, Harmony swears to do all she can to help her sister. So she bikes her way to the hospital everyday after school, does her homework while Orsai writes and tries her best to keep her smiling. But she can't help moving on ahead of Orsai. Her family is now closer than ever and she has friends who care, but the guilt eats away at Harmony. Can Harmony enjoy the sunshine that's seeping into her life without feeling so remorseful? Is it okay to outgrow people? And will she ever uncover Orsai's true colors? - loosely based on a true story - Soleil And Moonlight © Maoiel 2016 - 2017 All Rights Reserved No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, translated or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews. For permission requests, contact me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

As the soft snow danced and fell slowly, The two gazes met each other There was a similarity between their eyes It was questions and astonishment But the difference, however Is they were polar opposites. Ranking(s); #902 in short story (July 9th 2017) #914 in short story (July 31st 2017) #917 in short story (August 4th 2017)

There are five things that I hate: 1.) Arrogant Guys 2.) Guys who have girls falling at their feet and they proceed to use them 3.) Guys who assume everyone loves them 4.) Guys who ride motorcycles 5.) Strawberry Ice Cream And Grayson Carter just so happens to be 4 of them. Even his name sounds like a celebrity's: Grayson Carter. The boy is everywhere; he lives down the street from me, he goes to my school, our mothers are even longtime friends yet he doesn't even know my name. The only place I can get away from him is my part time job at the library and the day he comes sauntering in looking for a job is the day I just might go insane. ROMANCE - TEEN FICTION - HUMOR Title Thanks To - factorfate --- --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ONLINE.

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

أَحْبَبْتَكِ كَمَا لَوْ لَمْ أَحَبُّ مُسْبَقًا أَنْتَ مُبْهَمٌ, غَامِضٌ لَكِنَّنِي أُحِبُّ ذَلِكَ "حَارِسُ الأَمِيرَةِ الشَّخْصِيُّ" رِوَايَةٌ لَكِ كَمَا تُحِبُّ

الجزء الثاني من رواية "..ان حدث ومت قبلك لا تبكي عليّ .."