Highest Rank: #11 in Science Fiction I am a seventeen year old named Anonymous. I do not know my real name or my past because my brain was wiped clean. Along with other amnesiac teenagers, I was taken to an academy and all I had to do was sleep, dream, and repeat. The dreams I and the other "Awakened ones" had, were submitted into a dream log in order for us to compete to become "Username 1." Thinking the number 1 was the lowest we could get, we would shed sweat and blood to achieve this title. Becoming Username 1 not only made you a leader of your fellow dreamers, but it also let you move onto the next level of becoming an Elite. *Some chapters will be based on actual dreams* Cover by @lumierutsuki

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I don't like the face staring back at me," she whispered, looking down at the floor. Her feet were small in front of his and it was then that she realized how close he really was to her. He frowned, asking, "What about when you look in my eyes? Do you like what you see, then?" "I don't know," she whispered. - excerpt from chapter xxi One night, after thinking over her life and contemplating suicide, Rinn Daniels packed up and left home without a second glance. During her first night out, she steals pills from her family, runs from a cop and meets Denver, the boy that learns very early on that there's something peculiar in Rinn's head. In the weeks that follow after their first meeting, he tries to break down the walls Rinn has built around herself but it seems to be a wasted effort. Can he save her from the memories that haunt her in the night? Or is it already too late to try? Copyright © amsterdam_ cover art credit: unknown found on: weheartit.com Best Achievements To Date: • Action #135 [1.30.2014] (This novel is not for readers under the age of sixteen. The following novel contains extreme violence, offensive language, drug and alcohol use and sexual nature. This novel also contains scenes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.)

"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."

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

***Optioned for film/TV by Komixx Media! More info coming soon!*** Selected by @Unfriended for the Best of Horror! A serial stalker is on the loose. When detectives find a single wolfsbane flower under Hadley Jasper's bed, they fear the worst. Will she be found in time? Or will her mutilated remains be all that's left.

in which seven teenagers have fun with bullets and a revolver. @smokable twenty fourteen 23/9/15 - #53 short story

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

Because sometimes one person's wish is another person's battle. [lowercase intentional]

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing