Because some of us fail at love. | WATTPAD PICKS 3/2/18 |

A collection of short stories, poems and bits and scraps of stories long forgotten, or stories yet to be told.

Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?

“Plain and simple. Three words. Eight letters. Say it. And I’ll have forever with you in it.” He whispered in my ear. My arms are resting on his shoulders, and were swaying to the sound of every creature lingering in the dark. The silence made everything special. Every memory, beautifully tragic or just tragic floating around us. . Mystical yet it felt so real. “I love you.” I whispered in his ear. We are standing above the world and everyone around us don’t seem to care. We have our own. The world where fairytales probably exist. The haven of every sucker of happy ever after. And I felt the need to say the magic words. I’m glad I did. But what he said, this man I’m dancing with ruins everything. “You’re dead.” He coldly said. - - - - - - - - - - - "You think I'm cool or nah?" Jared asked me suddenly. He asked like a little boy asking why we can't see the moon in the morning. "Of course you're not. You're so far from it." I answered quickly. That should sting. That must hurt. I'd be glad if it did. "I'm hot then?" he asked again. He's showing his infectious grin. Ugh. - - - - - - - - - - P.S i am allowed to choose two genres for this story, but it can be categorized into Romance too. :)

Kumo was abandoned as a baby, left for the water tribe of the north. With white hair like a spirits and ice coloured eyes that pierced peoples' souls, She was an outcast. That was until the Fire Nation attacked.

Mr. Watson came up with another bright idea for a project - to write a novel. It can be anything, he said. Anything as long as the readers'll be interested. I was ecstatic. I really am. Or I really WAS, for that matter. Up until he announced that we would be doing the project in pairs, and the person who I picked, out of the other twenty eight members of the class, was King Madison. Oh well. Let the novel wars begin. {e-mails and texts format}

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

He disappears with magic. She sits on her chair all day. But when the two collide... The Ghost of the school and the New Damaged Girl consume in their flaws. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #1 |

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |