Randall is a bully who isn't sure about his sexuality. He picks on the new kids and makes their lives a living hell. Thus including Talon. Talon is a quiet kid who only concentrates on his books to better his life. He is used to covering his face after his family constant torture about how ugly he is. Talon is the new target of Randall. But what happens when Randall sees Talon's face? What happens when Randall can't stop thinking about the beautiful Talon and those soft lips?

I am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit, Olan L. Smith; c. 2012. The number 14 symbolizes the number lines used in a sonnet.)

After 2.6 million reads, this story was deleted by Wattpad. Read my Author's Note to find out what happened. ~~~ Liam is just trying to finish high school and keep his secrets to himself. Mr. Hilton, his English teacher, is everything Liam shouldn't want-straight, married, and way off-limits-but possibly...interested. What starts as an innocent crush blurs into something more real, more intense, and more dangerous than either of them can control. Because some lines should not be crossed. Some lessons can't be unlearned. And some desires come at a terrible price. The Teacher Inside Me is an emotionally charged and psychologically intense novel about longing, power, and the darkness inside us all. 🌈 WATTPAD HIGHEST RANKINGS 🌈 #10 Overall LGBT+ Book on All of Wattpad! [07/28/19] Also: #1 boylove [11/19/19] #1 dark [10/15/19] #1 forbidden [07/29/19] #1 homosexual [08/05/20] #1 studentxteacher [03/30/19] #1 suspense [08/14/19] #3 bxb [01/30/19] #5 sexy [08/09/20] #10 gay [01/18/19] © 2018/2019. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author. VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULLEST EXTENT OF THE THE LAW.

"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then the poetry side of the Watty's contest and I have since kept it current with odds and ends. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones

The spirited light, solar-like wind, breath with its passion, the sun's copious erotic venom. I speak of everything and all things without caution: this noise inside my head, layers of high-pitched harmonics, the compressed hours between birth and death, the heart's heat ascending and descending, the end always beginning and again your Gothic eyes. I have been here and there, a prodigal hawk with the flavor of blood-kisses hovering like steam or mist or a weapon stirring the body's carbonic magnetic motion. Always the silence, never the sky disclosing the stillness in death's fantasy - life and death, love and loss, a fatalistic dream-reel as if two mirrors facing each other reflecting a vacant image. I remember a faint trail of finger prints. My impatient pulse raced into yours: deserted passions, like roses, each one dies the same way - our emotions mumbled through love and into the glazed elixir of a French kiss: In my arms you had fallen asleep not knowing I had left. ========================================= Published in Setu Magazine (India) ©dah / dahlusion all rights reserved from my unpublished manuscript, Fragmented

and i always fall for the poems about the RAIN

when a silent reader (me) starts saying words... expect the cringe-y effects.

Carter is a disabled 19 years old ex football player. After an accident one year ago, he was cursed to a lifetime in a wheelchair. Ryder is an antisocial 18 years old jock. He became the quarterback of the football team after his biggest rival, Carter Matvey, changed schools for a totally unknown reason. What happens when Carter's father employs the jock to be the boy's caregiver? Are the two quarterbacks able to go a few quarters back and score points into this crazy match of love? What about the fact that under his impenetrable shell of muscles Ryder hides a very soft core? After Carter breaks his walls will he transform into puddle? Follow their juicy trip of love and hate and you'll find out . "Ryder? I think Rider suits you better... in like... Cart Rider " Best rankings: •1 in mxm •1 in bxm •2 in lgbt •14 boyxboy •7 gay ✇W̳A̳R̳N̳I̳N̳G̳_1✇ тнιѕ вooĸ can ιndυce ғeelιngѕ oғ dιѕrυpтιon and anхιeтy ғor нoмopнoвeѕ. ιт conтaιnѕ gay relaтed тнeмeѕ. ✇W̳A̳R̳N̳I̳N̳G̳_2✇ тнιѕ вooĸ can caυѕe angѕт and dιѕappoιnтмenт тo тнe people deѕιroυѕ oғ ѕad endιngѕ. All мy worĸѕ нave нappy endιngѕ. Thís вσσk αlsσ íncludєs smut! σur gαч sσuls cαn't lívє wíthσut smut!

"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Fries with you." My eyes widened as it slowly registered that Golden Boy McHarden had just openly flirted with me.