A collection of poems.

Vianka Océanne never had a normal life, and one summer vacation is no exception. When Vianka and her siblings move in with a grandmother they've never met before, they find that the woman isn't interested in being family - she treats her visitors like slaves, forcing them to do ridiculous and humiliating chores. Vianka longs for an escape from her reality, which Grandmother willingly allows her to have. But the escape might be worse than the burnt porridge Grandmother provided. Worse than even the most brutal beating. Sometimes dreams aren't meant to come true. FROM READERS: This story always guarantees a laugh, perfect grammar, excellent descriptions, and eloquent choice of words. Very elegant. Almost literary in tone. Beautiful writing. Exquisitely written with the perfect amount of description.

"Everyone has secrets." James has a problem; he cuts himself. He is in love with his best friend, Chloe, but is too afraid to tell her. His father is attracted to the bottle, and his mother wears fake diamond rings on her finger. James' world is crumbling. The razor is his only companion and the slits on his thighs and arms remind him of who he is: "Cut Boy."

"OMG your work is so fugly." "Can that bitch even write?" "She wrote what?" "Oh gurl, hold me back." "Have you even seen a story so bad, you just want to like, die?" "I'm the baddest bad bitch on Wattpad. Bow down bitches!" "Follow me, read, comment and vote on all the chapters of my story, or else I'll kill my family and my cat. You have three hours." Welcome to the world of Wattpad. Enjoy your stay and try not to lose your sanity. ***If you're easily offended, don't read the book. If you do, and get offended, you can comment. Just don't go apeshit with it, and if you do... let's not even go there.

In Why Society is Tainted, Evelyn and Sara will be having a pleasurable time as we tell you about why the world today has turned into custard. We will tell you things regarding reasons why our generation has descended; and Sara and Evelyn are hoping that everyone can return to the more happy, beautiful times. You know, when Queen Victoria was alive and stuff. Evelyn and Sara highly recommend you read this, just so you realise what the world today has become. Maybe help us become Wattpad famous so the word can be spread, and our generation can be respected once again! Three cheers for the Twentieth century’s resolution, people!

Something happened to Deserae Farren last year. Something that she won't talk about. There's no reason to. She's fine. Fine with living her life vicariously through a novel, through her music, through endless hours of gazing out at the sky, trying to imagine what it would be like to fly away from everything. Or, better yet, to become the sky, to be swallowed up in the blackness and folded into the shimmering stars. But there is a voice gnawing at the back of her mind that won't be drowned out, screaming, pleading incessantly with her to remember. And she can't forget anymore. •*•*•*• "You can't keep hiding." "I can't be found, either."

Maud sometimes thought that life was a hoax. What were the odds that God could find the perfect equation to create life, or that two rocks could collide at just the right angle and speed to spark consciousness. The chance was too slim to be real. But when Evan Reddings came to town, she began to question her beliefs. Because, after all, what were the odds that two people so utterly perfect for one another could meet? If that was possible, then what else? /•\•|•/•\