Eleri Walker has never met the infamous school bad boy, Zacharias Hunt. That’s until she walks into the middle of a vicious fight between the devil himself and a rivalling family. Upon finding herself in an uncompromising position, Eleri is drawn unfathomably close to the misunderstood “uncaring feral” that her three brothers and father are so wary of. But when it seems that Zacharias has a habit for pushing people away, her curiosity gets the better of her, as with every push he gives, she takes a prompt step closer. After all, Eleri has always been venturesome at heart, and by joining him in his riotous ways, she hopes that reading his story will come on a side platter. However, as with most of her plans, there’s one big flaw. Not everyone’s life is laid out in black and white, and she of all people should know that this time everything is really just a case of how well the both of them can read between the lines. PLEASE NOTE: This story has been discontinued due to writer's block. Feel free to enjoy the chapters that are posted online or read my other book, The Player Game, which is completed.

"'Caution. Hotness at work. May spontaneously combust.' I read Ross' neon shirt with something akin to disgust, brushing back my hair and shooting him a glare. 'Really? Really, Ross? I hope you realize that no one's going to find you attractive when you're picking up trash from the ground with a stick.'" When Ross Alderman literally blows up Jenn's AP Chemistry class, the two of them find themselves stuck with thirty hours of community service. Now if only Jenn can last that long picking up trash with him without combusting from anger, no chemistry humor intended. (current cover by @Razeeta)

How is Drew Walter supposed to take care of three kids who are in his custody till they turn eighteen when he hates children? The answer has only one word, five letters. Grace.

"I'm in love with you." How many times would I have to think about this, how many times, before she could hear it, feel it, see it in my eyes? "I'm in love with you." How could I make her see without telling her, without scaring her off... without losing her. I couldn't lose her.

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 |

[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]

Every story needs a catalyst. For Wren Jamison, it was Walter Quinn. * * * * * Catalyst. Science will tell you it's a substance that speeds up change. So I looked forward to the day I would stop being a sleeping in, semi-seriously homeschooled, number one Dave Franco fan girl. But I never thought that day would come so soon, so quickly – and I never figured that Italian sports cars, designer clothes and an army of girls ready to claw my eyes out would come with it. And what exactly did I need to do to turn from a completely nutty nobody to the kind of person everyone kept their eye on? Simple. Just Add Walter. Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper

For Spencer, the rain changes things. It changes your mood, it mix up your feelings and possibly, your future. Maybe that’s why she just loves taking a long walk under the rain—hoping it would bring her father back. But when a stranger hits her bike while she's delivering milks to every household, things change. She hates him to bits and so does he. To her, every words he say, every actions he act and every movement he made is consider in her Down-to-earth-guy's 'F' category. Things are about to change in one night when both of them got into an accident.

One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after these letters, nothing will ever be the same again. (used to be named Thirty Letters) (Inspired by the 30 Day Letter Challenge)

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.