The moral of the story, you ask? Well, quite simply, don’t get your mail at exactly 6:37 AM after going on a ten mile run… unless you want to fall in love. Cheesy? I think so.

Selene lives with her brother and his best friend, who she can’t get along with. But a drunken mistake shows them maybe hate isn’t the only thing between them, that is if they can get over the trials that stand in their way; namely each other.

How is it possible to be in love with a girl you've never met? Well, I know all too well what it's like, and let me tell you, it sucks. One-shot, SKOW writing challenge.

“Are you decent Monsieur?” I rap my hand on the door and once again, receive no answer. I sigh inwardly; I’ve managed to fit right in with my host family, all except one. One that happens to lie on the other side of this door.

One-shot I guess it depends on who you ask. Trent would say it’s flirting. Andrea would say it’s sexual harassment. Read and decide for yourself. Rated T for language, mostly.

Mason finds herself thrown headfirst into a world where the supernatural exists. Being in college is difficult enough without having to deal with the problem of falling in love with a stoic vampire and keeping one's life from unraveling at the seams. FIN!

“I will when you tell me the truth,” he demands angry, grabbing my other wrist and initiating a tug of war with me. I pull my arms, trying to rip my wrists from his grasp, and then he pulls them back. “Just give up you’re not going to win this time.”

Warning: Innocent people were used and manipulated in getting Tanner Williams to fall madly in love with Samantha Goldstein. You know what they say - don't play games with a girl who can play better. Too bad no one told Sam the rules were changing...

One-shot "Ava, what is your problem?" "You, Jared Ashby. You are my problem. You stole all the kiss right out of me, you jerk!"

A sweeper is defined as any man that can sweep a woman off of her feet. Instead, Luke Sawyer nearly shoves me to the ground. Either he's a complete jerk, or love just got a whole lot more violent.

I never broke the best friend rule until now, when I got a little bit too friendly with my best friend. And the incidence of too much friendliness did not just involve lips. There was also a bed mixed in there somewhere. And nakedness. A lot of nakedness.

“Who are you? God?” I demand. “Maybe I am. And with the way you’ve been treating me, well, you’re going to hell, buddy,” she says indignantly. “Yeah,” I sneer. “I’m sure that God definitely goes around kicking third graders in the balls."

“I really, really, really hate that I love you.” He smirked. “I know.” // One-shot.

“You're spying on me.” He says, once more with that flat, no-nonsense tone. I blink up at him and go to laugh off the accusation when he holds up a hand. “You were, behind that tree right there. Why?” for the RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY ONESHOTS CONTEST

I feel my heart flutter, watching him retreat back to his desk, chewing on his own baguette and sinking down in his chair. I close my eyes and suck in my breath before opening them again. Damn that motherchucker. FOR THE I LOVE TO HATE YOU CONTEST

FORTHERIDICULOUSLYHAPPYONESHOTSCONTEST! "A 101 pounds of fun, that's my little Honeybun. Only 60 inches high, every inch is packed with dynamite." The song was made for Honey, my bestfriend of 5 years. Yeah, I've loved her for that long too. ONEshot! R&R!

Finn learns a very important lesson from a girl at his school's fundraiser carnival: rain checks are for pansies. Inspired by the TaD writing prompt from issue #4.

He cheated on me," I sobbed. "Jason cheated on me. He can't do this to me!" "He did," Jackson said. "For six months." One-shot.

Who's to say that eighteen years of hate can't turn into a lifetime of love? ONESHOT. FOR THE I LOVE TO HATE YOU CONTEST. EDITED.

He bought his girlfriend to meet me; she bought him a yellow rose for valentines day; he's an angel at heart; she's the evil Queen Bee. He want's my help to woo someone who is not his girlfriend. Then he kisses me. Um. Okay. Oneshot.

A series of oneshots that I will add on to. Each one has to do with two people and a competitive thing between them.

“That’s what boyfriends are for, right?” the lady asked suggestively, looking between the guy I like - though we’re just friends - Axel, and me. And all the penguins in the world couldn’t have prepared me for his answer: “Well, am I?” Oneshot.

He was the boy that wore all black. I was the girl that made my own luck. We were both quite odd. "You're the reason I'm still crazy," I told him. He looked at me eyebrow raised. "Me?" he asked. "Yeah," I said grinning. "I'm CRAZY 'bout you."

Before he could reply, I cut him off— “I can see you’re not wearing khaki pants.” They say you only find love once you stop looking. It’s too bad I’m not very good at boy-fasting. //One-Shot//

One Shot. Then I heard, “...Was that a good groan or a bad groan?” And I remembered who I was with and threw my head back to glance at the sky and mouth 'Why me.'