Determined to put the fear of God into the racist homophobe who messed up her best friend, mild-mannered Jane Hazelton resorts to hiring a thug to do the job. Trouble is, said thug isn’t interested in money, he’s interested in her. **COMPLETED**

Angels fall, darling. They fall straight into hell. COMPLETE.

Nothing in love is black and white. Short piece. Not sure if it's finished, but I'm not sure what else to write... lol. NJ Is My Home pointed out the tenses didn't match. I changed it to past tense, anyone think present would be better?

It’s summer, and her bare thighs stick to the cheap leather seats in the most uncomfortable way, and her skin is grimy with a heavy coating of sweat and dirt. It’s summer, and he tastes like home.

like learning yourself

A short guide detailing not the classics how to find characters, imagine a good plot, or get published but how to actually get the stupid thing written already. And as an added bonus, a special feature on being kind to sadists and women with anvils.

the theme is love. series in no particular order.

The orchid of your nudity, modest and smooth.

do as the Romans would do

We ran away. Theo says we didn't, that it's a road trip, but it feels a lot like running to me; I just don't know what we're running from. I asked him if we could rob a bank on the way and he told me I was crazy. I think he's jealous I thought of it first

i can't write a novel

Rent is bored. Rose is curious. Parker's just desperate and JJ's a sheep. The solution? Killing a bunch of random people in the name of spin the bottle.

amused.

I wonder what you look like covered in snow.

I've recently become aware of the fact that I no longer hate the number nine.

Kate is a girl, Nicky is a boy. They spend their days lying in the grass, staring at the sky. This story is odd, a little abstract. Reviews really appreciated on this one... [complete]