Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

Getting bitten by a vampire is something, but getting bitten by five hot vampire celebrities is something else. Amberia Purt is a 17 year old American Directioner. Just like every other directioner, she dreams to meet the five knights in shining armor of her life. Who could know taking a short bathroom break could change your life? *Dramatic gasp* This story should be categorized as vampire, werewolves, fan-fiction, teen-fiction, adventure, fantasy, humor, mystery/thriller, paranormal, & romance, but unfortunately, they only allow each story to be put in only 2 categories. [This story is UNEDITED, so please don't complain about errors, plot-holes, and etc. WARNING: It's also BATSHIT CRAZY HAHAHAHAHA.] [X] This is the ONE & ONLY One Direction Bit Me. I've seen so many imitations after this fanfic, and I want you all to know that this is the ORIGINAL. Thank you! :) -This story is completely HUMOROUS, so stop taking it so seriously.-

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com

Typical Killer Love Story.. Jeff The Killer.. Just Read The Story.. Summaries Are Too Mainstream XD (Jeff The Killer Is A Creepy Pasta Story)

This is the little book of happiness! Smiles are welcome!

Sadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.

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