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Souled a single event that will make your life either happy or ruined on your 16th birthday. Being Souled means that a single name appears on your wrist. It's the name of the person who is supposed to be your Soul Mate. Not everyone earns a name but those who do know the name of their soulmate. The catch? Your Soul Mate may not have your name. Sam Wildling had been waiting his whole life to see the name on his wrist appear. Well, he'd been waiting for as long as he knew what being Souled was. Sam knew the chance of his soulmate not having his name was small. These small little details bothered Sam, but he still had high hopes. When it came the time for Sam to roll out of bed, Sam nearly screamed from seeing the name that he was Souled with. The one kind of name he never wanted. Gabriel. A boy's name. {Cover by: @Mortalhero , Thank you so much for being amazing and making it for me! You're the best!}

Charles has spent his whole life as someone else's puppet. Any choice he makes isn't his own. He hates his job. His life. His clothes. And his marriage with Amelia-the most gorgeous girl in the entire town. And maybe that is why he is so unhappy. It's his family's perspective of perfection. A high paying job in the office. A beautiful independent wife. And he attends church every Sunday. Everyone envies Charles. He's smart. Kind. Religious. The perfect life. Everyone that is-but Andrew. The Senate's son and photographer that has taken a particular interest in Charles. Will Charles finally live is own life? Or will he continue down the path that his parents paved out for him, following the lines of a script? _____________________________ Story was based off the ABC Family Show 'Chasing Life' Copyright. © 5upernatura1 2014. All rights reserved.

Everett Evers is invincible. Magic runs in his family. With that knowledge, he can reverse time. The power source? People's happiness. gorgeous cover by @caramelgiggles

Jane Porter, the two words that encompassed the mystery that is the girl I met my first year of high school. She didn't start as much of a mystery, she was only the quiet girl who sat at the back and didn't look at anyone in the eye if she could help it. She was a weird, quiet, insecure girl, just like me, and bullies took this to their advantage to make fun of us and exclude us. We were left to our own devices, so we became the closest thing to friends we would ever get surrounded by these monsters. I left Jane alone for six months due to things I couldn't control, and when I came back she felt like a completely different person, a nerd at heart and friendly to the core as always, but now she was the queen of the school, and she ruled gracefully. This summer I found her again in a beach paradise, miles away from the judgement, status, and reputation we were given back in the home of the Ridgestone Cougars, and I, Kait Lane, will do anything to find out what it was that made her the strong confident girl she is today, what gave her the power to defeat her insecurities and those who abused them. I'll do anything to regain the connection we had before my accident, possibly something more.

LIGHTS. CAMERA. CURTAINS. KISS. Romeo, meet your Julian. ~extract~ "This year, Mrs. Lundgren is putting on a Shakespeare play for the fundraiser instead of the open house. She does this like every six or seven months apart and usually we get this type of response to the show. I mean I do understand the boys having an issue with it." Alexander started chuckling but I didn't get it. None of it. Nada. "You're such a wet match,"he tsked,"Mrs. Lundgren is all about originality so her plays follow after those done in their era. Which means we'll be having only boys alone participating in all the roles."

there are two kinds of people in this world—those with plans, and those without. (colin has a love interest. april has a lemonade stand and a plan.) • extended summary inside •

“I've lost my faith, you won't let me be a goddamm Buddhist, you're dragging me along to a party I wasn't invited to, and now you're saying I can't even smoke weed whilst I'm there? This is mutiny.” - - - My name's Erin Spencer. I've 'accidentally' made a girl fall in love with me. I should punch myself, because I'm actually feeling pretty smug about it. Only thing is, she thinks I'm Ryan Hall. cover by the amazing @justlyd

It all started at 2:49 A.M. in a trashy apartment lobby. COMPLETED

Ebony Pena. She was St. Charleston High School's golden girl. She had the looks, the smarts, everything a teacher could want in a student, all in one package. What she didn't have was fun. She didn't have a best friend, she left her only true friend back in Florida, and another one had left her broken hearted. She didn't have the perfect family either, with a nasty divorce, right after an even worse marriage. With nothing to do, she immersed herself in her studies and her work as co-captain of the Flag Team. Brandon Ward. He was St. Charleston High School's bad boy. Not the brooding type of bad boy, more like he knew everyone and was always up for the next adventure, whether that be skipping class to go hiking or taking a small "road trip" to the next town over for the weekend. He was known around the school for his fun-loving nature. Even without the best home life, he still always wanted to make the best of everything. Ebony hates Brandon. Brandon wants her to have fun. And just what happens when these two collide? Only time will tell. Ugh don't even read this story I'm not gonna finish it, I'm sorry, I'm just not. The only reason I'm keeping this up is because it has several votes and such. I mean, if you want to read it, go ahead, but don't expect updates. Also, this is tagged TGTG to show support, it doesn't really have anything to do with it.

Simply a collection of poems

gtfo if you homophobic :S

{COMPLETED} It was a sad love It never got us anywhere She wore flower crowns In her hair When she would look me In the eye Her beauty made me Want to cry I would stay silent And die a little inside For I knew, one day She would no longer be mine #575 in poetry #98 in hipster

Three weeks into the new school term, and nothing remotely interesting has happened until today... Alex. The new kid. Noa. A popular girl who wears sweet perfume and fancy shoes. When the two are drawn to each other, a friendship more beautiful then any flower begins to blossom through photographs, maths tests and tears...but it soon heads towards a sweet and awkward romance which neither of them understand.

One summer, five kids: a fragile dreamer, a moody pessimist, an aggressive feminist, a closet homosexual, and a modern-day aristocrat. © crewneck sept. 24, 2014 - adventure #120 nov. 30, 2014 - teen fiction #334

A poetry story about a person coming out of the closet, and the interesting adventures coming after.

A young man wrestles with his sexuality. Will he date women or give in to the secret desire in his heart. The backdrop for this story is a power plant located on a college campus. The young man is doing his internship. He tries his best to become one of the boys, while at the same time fearing his secret will be exposed.

A coming-of-age story expressing the feelings of two teen boys, who come from very different social climbs, but still find their way back to each other. 2 0 1 9 - All Rights Reserved @LunaThinks B E G A N - 02 . 12 . 19 C O M P L E T E D - 02 . 22 . 19

Once upon a time, there was a girl. That girl was me. This girl knew that she was asexual, but she was pretty sure that she was heteroromantic because she had kind of had a few low-key crushes on guys before. Then she saw a really cute girl, and then, well... everything became complicated. This is the story of those complications. OR When I was fourteen years old, I saw something so beautiful that my life would never be the same. I saw something so bright and so wonderful that it outshone the sun, the moon, and all the stars combined. I saw a girl- no, I saw the girl.

typewriter ˈtʌɪprʌɪtə/ noun an electric, electronic, or manual machine with keys for producing print-like characters one at a time on paper inserted round a roller. I think a lot. especially when i'm down. I write my thoughts. i write my feelings. i write them to the clouds, in hopes that they'll hear me. that someone will hear me. that anyone will hear me. will that person be you? I hope so. I really do. dream driːm/ noun plural noun: dreams 1. a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. --this book would look best in the 'courier' font.-- lowercase intended. RANKED #8 IN HAIKUS as of 11/01/19 RANKED #15 IN HAIKUS as of 11/08/18 RANKED #67 IN UNREQUITED as of 01/01/19