Dan Shields' students consisted of typical teens, a few bad seeds, geniuses, and class clowns. And then there's Rebekah Rose. Whatever she's hiding could be awesome; or she could be in serious danger. ****I'm updating chapters and then will continue to add****

When Amy answers an ad to babysit a boy, little does she suspect that he's her age! Meet Tristan, a rich 18 year old who's recently gone blind…and he's not at all interested in being helped. Or so he thinks. [PUBLISHED]

Welcome to the teenage wonderland: everything from rebellion to self-destruction to, worst of all, love. Fifteen-year-old Allison Moss doesn't stand a chance. Or does she?

so i'm not even legal and i'm going through a midlife crisis :P i don't know what this is. a mixture of anger and frustration and something strange...? please r&r :

Blair Cooper didn't ask to be sent to live in California with the sickeningly perfect Sheridan family. She didn't ask for her new reputation, either, or her new best friend, or her new boyfriend - or for two of them, in fact.

Dolls don't get sick.

I'm so mixed up even my explanations twist away from me.

pictures, boxes, and hobos.

What wouldn't I offer?

Just waiting for you to look up at me because I'm pretty.

This is it now, ballerina.

I think I don't want to.

It was up to him to change her mind, and save her life, and he didn't even know it.

No, I never think about you. But of course I care.

If my love life is a fairytale, my scars must read like metaphors.

Penny gets kissed by a totally random guy in the middle of the movie theater in front of all her classmates... and her friends are definitely not telling her something!

Well, I can curse you in a poem.

There's an abandoned swimming pool two streets down, and we go in through the back door.

She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry. Still you don't regret a single day.

Nothing I could bother to say to your face, honey.

one-shot There's a lot of water between where they were and the surface, and a fine line between surviving and drowning after the car crash that sent them to the bottom of the lake and marked the end of their relationship.

Of course you have the right.

After eleven years together, I must announce my resignation from my family, effective immediatly.

Playing with words is a dangerous game.

He looked but never touched.

One who'd have to die to leave you.

Hidden away where he won't look.

I could work your guilt till I rolled in it.

I wish you noticed how I notice you.

Once I was eleven, and barely 4'9".

When a terrible accident happens, two people bond in a way they never knew they could.

I never

Dear dog, Eve, breathe!" A drabblesque one shot. Kind of adorable in a phobic kind of way :D

Laida stayed with Sam, happy baby of the winos and the canyon bums.

They were at odds with the gold of your skin, the brown of a freckle constellation on your elbow. They didn’t match you.

You have to explain how you take ancient houses and imaginary boys and girls with sad eyes- pomegranates and bougainvillea and little kids with stars on their cheekbones- and make them magic. tribute and imitation at once.

vignettes written in August. dipped in that end of summer flavor.

A one-shot I wrote one tireless night... It was to inspire me to go through with something... Slight preview of new story

some of these things are gone, and some of them remain. written for the CSSSA program.

Dustin is possessed by his fear of remaining single for life. Mel is terrified of the idea of marriage. When the two of them meet at a speed dating extravaganza, their personalities click. But of course, there's the phobias to deal with...yeah. HIATUS.

all those cardboard lives..

i hate you, you ruined everything. i can never take it back, i can never forget it: but i can forget you

i cant never take back what i did to you, and im sorry for that. punishment is not enough.

to the most gorgeous boy i know, who can make me smile when my whole world is falling apart.

i waited for you, but you didn't wait for me

can you tell them apart? im not sure. time is confusing.

have you heard? the water is flooding and our eyes are opening. i don't want to see.

multi-chapter.

Lena Winters has just moved to Brighton, a fancy prep school that far beats the drama of her old school. She is immediately embraced by the Popular and the Outcasted. Will she find a balance? And what of the infuriating boy she might just start to like?

I think I rushed it.

my grandma: everything keeps but her.

Girl of the Forest: It might be riddled with mistakes for I have not learned a lot of the grammer yet. Fictionpress' first Latin story!

a teenager.

something. i don't want to tell what it's about, then someone might look for that story in it. notice some rhyming.

The note is sisters with the word, but the two are not the same, because one links hearts together, while the other one tears them apart.

Dance is beautiful, and cannot be fully captured with mere words. It is an art that has claimed the soul and the breath from our lungs. Inspiration comes in many ways, and for me, watching a dance performace was a gift in disguise. Please read and enjoy.

I still remember you, the real you, still. — Gen. Drabble.

I was asked to draw Evil one day.

Once upon a time. — Gen. Ficlet.

Everyone gets caught eventually. [short story, nonfiction]

He can still make out the unsteady shape of her mouth.

['I feel as if my writing suffers when I do.'] An archive of secrets from everyone and anyone in between. See my profile and send in secrets to be archived here! [100 ! secrets]

When they’d left to mourn over homevideos, I lay on the fresh earth of her grave and inhaled the sweet scent of dirt. I didn’t say goodbye, and I didn’t say sorry. I knew she wasn’t listening. [r&r]

As the years go by, it's just you and me. — Het. Oneshot.

you have the colors of autumn in you

Even now, this poem makes me return to tears

he is too skinny

Alyssa was too young to fall in love. [drabble]

He is always there for her, in his own way. And she hates him. She sincerely hates him. She hates how the only person who manages to make her feel the slight bit alive is honestly as depressed as she is.

When she spoke of him, it was sincerity and suppressed desire. When he spoke of her, it was with intrigue and obscured yearning. They spoke of each often and yet they could never, would never touch; they’d promised themselves.

A short poem about a rather amusing relationship.

I don't have to be one of those people who cry themselves to sleep over the person they're in love with because either way, I'm not going to sleep. All of my cries isn't going to help at all. You've destroyed me but it's not like you actually care. R&R

She was just a girl falling in love with the boy who came up to her, out of nowhere, to tie her shoelaces. Oneshot.

The summer before her senior year, Charlotte is arrested for shoplifting and sent to a rehab retreat for troubled youth. She's in for a summer that changes... everything. [M for sexual content, alcohol, language & intense themes, of course.]

Pinch, and flake the raw odor of her eye lids empty her fibs across her face like tears.

Scribbled up in english class today... quite frankly, I'm not even sure what it's about. Words are art. This one's quite abstract though.

she is glass and shadow.

Never trust anyone who says I love you.

it's the number i hate, the hours i can't sleep away. one day. one year. you are everything, but you don't know how tangled i still am. REMOVED.

60 songs, 4:11:25 total time, 347.2MB A shot at experimental fiction.

This is a song I wrote for a story one here. It is called Allison Wonderland by DianaChristine. You should go read it, it is awesome. Only after you read my song. :D

A collection of four haikus written about betrayal. Based on my own experiences.

To an almost lover.

a shadow spreads wings on my ceiling...

her name is bones. or at least, in the pit of my imagination, that is what i call her.

At 16, she was in love with him. At 26, she married a different man. Then at 34, she's divorced. What do you think she's going to do?

A nice little commentary on some of Bush's actions. Rated just in case.

it's not too late to give in, angel. REMOVED.

Before Hannah was born everyone told her mom to get an abortion. She almost did. This is what happened after...

Caitlin doesn't want to remember the guy who ended her childhood. But when she's asked to give a eulogy for him, she realizes she has a lot to say about him after all...

[sonnet] "Cute’s not enough, and sweet doesn’t cut it. I'm sure that you think you are being kind..."

No matter how you look at it, it’ll never be the same.

short abstract poem, randomly written, that i don't fully understand myself. go figure. REMOVED.

me mocking emo poetry.