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 |

Sometimes life plays out all by itself, and there was nothing Libby Stimme or Thomas Müller could do about it. cover by the bae @AlexandraJoy fanfic #298 teen fic #444

[FEATURED STORY] At school, they were nothing. At midnight, they were lovers. Because one minute after midnight... a rich girl and a boy who came from nothing found something they had in common. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #25 |

[Now free to read!] Scott Wilson isn't used to being corrected, and he definitely didn't expect to get his biggest dose of criticism by his coach's daughter - Elle Monroe. ***** When Scott Wilson is drafted to try out for the Marlies hockey team, it's easily the best day of his life. He's cocky and for good reason. He's spent his entire life being told that he's a hockey prodigy and he knows that he's on the path to his destiny. Then Elle Monroe shows up, and throws off his entire plan. Elle - the daughter of his coach - is loud, rude, confident, and gets a special kick out of knocking Scott down a peg or two. Scott doesn't want to accept the help she's offering, but eventually he does, and it turns into a lot more than he was expecting. Scott isn't used to a lot of things, but there's one especially that he's never prepared for: a beautiful, loud girl stealing his jersey every day before their practices. [Winner of the 2015 Watty's 'cover to cover'] [completed]

Where a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013

He held her hand in his own, his finger dancing in circles across her soft skin, "you know that place between sleep and awake;" he whispered, "that place where you can still remember dreaming?" His grip tightened around her small frame, his eyes boring into hers, "that's where i will always love you... that's where i will always be waiting." © tilmorning.

❝Maybe we fell in love because we can't be together.❞ A sequel to the story 'something' told in his own words. © tilmorning

She has skin like porcelain. He is a shade like bronze. But when all their differences are put to the side... The Brown Boy and The White Girl indulge in the sparks between them. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #3 |

"If it weren't for the spaces between our fingers, our hands would never interlock. Maybe this space between us, this 9,614 kilometre space, would bring us closer still. Or not." This is the story of Phoebe and her first heartbreak. This is also the story of her restoration.

“you are like the blissful smell of fresh coffee on a Monday morning” - 16 year old Rayla Evans was the town’s Golden Girl, being the mayor’s daughter. Her days consisted of parties, interviews, snobbish balding men and their pretentious wives. When she stepped into the local café at two in the morning, she was not expecting to stumble upon Derrick Nolan, the outcast. Or at least that is what the townspeople know him as. What they don't know, both of them share a past that intertwined their lives. Who knew that so much could happen over a cup of coffee. (c) diyana of veiled_ any similarities is coincidence and if the work is plagiarised, i will feed you to the sharks.