Ash Carlisle already knows time heals all wounds--especially those requiring stitches--and if you can't beat 'em, get a restraining order. But you know what they say; you can take the girl out of the city, but it doesn't mean her troubles won't follow...

When Jared finally did turn to me, it shocked me how dark his eyes were, how inhuman he seemed. "You need to run, Bailey." His body started to contort, back-arching, bones pushing against the inside of his skin. "Run as far as you can. Hide. Just don't let him catch you."

Pinot is just a fashionably awkward idealist who thinks she can save the whole world in one summer. North is just the cynical, sarcastic son of her father’s mistress who wants a skate-park where she wants a tree. Together they just set the world on fire.

Charlie: awkward and mathematically gifted. Going to find her missing friend. Jamie: Too-beautiful boy. Won't give her the time of day. Toby: Redheaded genius. Going to drive her crazy. /it's shoes and smiles and SATs/

Alec is a broken-hearted, starving artist trying to find the inspiration he lost about eight months ago. Cammie stays thin by talking, doesn’t ask permission, and the only things she knows how to feel are silk sheets. Director, take one. Shoot.

BOOK TWO. I shivered as a strange, prickly sensation wandered up my spine, as though someone was watching me. I froze as I saw him, sitting across the field in the stand opposite mine. How long had he been here? Had he been watching me?SKOW WINNER! Putting back up!

There are good guys and there are bad guys. Sometimes he's one, sometimes the other-but usually he's both. And he's falling hard for his hostage. **IMPORTANT NOTE**

The seemingly unrequited crush on your best friend, the perfect romantic cliche, and you know those always work out. However, when an evil older brother, mind games, and dirty little secrets are thrown into the mix, maybe this cliche isn't that perfect...

Sequal to QoaQR: Nobody said love was easy...then again no one mentioned the mind games, precocious kids, homicidal inventions, therapy, or as much stalking as is going on. I feel woefully misinformed...

. "Hatred comes from the heart, contempt from the head, and neither feeling is quite within our control." Bullshit, she thinks. Then she meets Matthew Valentine.

REWRITE IN PROGRESS - SEE NEW STORY "CARRIERS"

A drunken one night stand with Alex Montgomery is a complication Adrian Blake doesn't need, especially not when he's her new stepbrother. /PUBLISHED/

He thinks she's playing at being an adult, she just wants him to grow up. She's going back, he swore he never would. It used to be them against the world, but years have passed and things aren't quite as simple anymore. Sequel to SMtL. ***Removed and now available on Amazon, i-Tunes, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords***

The first time I had kicked in the womb it had been when Max, a baby himself, had placed his hand against my mother's stomach. It had been the first, but certainly not the last, time I'd kicked him, and now suddenly he wasn't interested in a fight? Weird. **Removed and now available on Amazon and Smashwords!**

Complete After a rather hideous break up with her boyfriend due to her inability to 'put out', Talia bullies her brother's best friend into teaching her the complexities of a 'full' relationship. Turns out uni courses have nothing on life lessons! **Removed and now available on Amazon and Smashwords!**

It's not easy to pretend you're in love for the sake of teenagers and housewives across the country but top footballer Lucas Goodspeed and shy, romantic Isobel Saunders soon discover that convincing themselves that they're not in love might be even harder. **Removed and now available on Amazon and Smashwords!**

Neely's fondest wish was to disappear. A stranger offers to grant that wish or any other one thing she might desire, but it's difficult to believe in his promise, even as the surrounding world breathes with magic. Will she become part of his twisted fairytale or is happiness too much even to wish for? (SKOW award winner: Most Creative Plot)

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**

He was quiet, brooding and closed off. He sat next to me every class, even following me when I changed seats. He never talked, never looked my way and if it weren’t for that damn Morrissey shirt, I’d have kicked his stalking ass. ONESHOT.

Christina was trying to forget the man that took her through hell and back 2 years ago, when she was the focal point in a web of intrigue and murder. She was doing just fine, too, until he appeared again on the doorstep of her new apartment. Unconscious.

Torrie Cane stumbles upon Project, an underground nightclub. After meeting Slait, the owner of the club, she gets offered a job there. Of course, once she's in with him... she can't get out. She learns this the hard way. [R/R]

“That’s Charlie Fletcher. Charlotte, actually. Just don’t call her that if you’re fond of your testicles.” Contrary to popular belief, love is not a game. Maybe someone should’ve told Kale that it’s not a bet, either.

Ezra snorted, grey eyes barely flickering to her. "I don't need to resort to sexual harassment to get what I want, blondie."

Danny Tyson's been a very, very bad boy.

Seb was mortal, married in the human world. My boyfriend ran away with a pink eyed loon. And then he came into town, Lucian Boom. He fell from the sky, cursing my name and calling me a red haired midget spy. I hated him and was positive he hated me too.

Guys aren't even supposed to have Diaries. It's against everything that makes them manly. So imagine Mera's shock when she finds the bad-boy of the school's diary. Of course she'll want something in return. "Be my friend." I ordered.

With a serial killer for a boyfriend, seventeen-year-old Hannah's no angel. Well, maybe a fallen one. Sometimes, in order to pick yourself back up, you have to finish falling. That's where the fun begins. And the horror.

SLASH. Elliot's pretty sure his temperamental flat mate, Quinn, has a problem with him. But since he likes to call himself a pacifist, he'd rather watch MythBusters than find out why.

I felt a body behind me, it whispered,"I like that little ass of yours, Wren." Jaime pulled me against him."You look good enough to eat," he growled and walked away. Ray glared from around the corner; he was jealous.

Samantha is a normal college student, until her apartment falls victim to a bomb, and she's kidnapped by a very mysterious, very handsome stranger, whose intentions aren't all that clear.

STORY REMOVED. She began watching him from her window, all because he licked her one night. After desperately trying to think of ways to talk to him again and hopefully get another lick , she learns that he isn't exactly what you'd call... 'normal'.

In the cold quiet of a gray December, she found the monster hiding in the back of her closet.

She didn't know him, and he didn't know her. A coincidence of cosmic proportions had brought them together, over the phone. Nothing personal that was the rule. “So our siblings are getting married.” He said thoughtfully.“Obviously not to each other.”

It didn’t matter to my Hindu Mum that he was an Italian badass covered in tattoos; the Indian fortune-teller had predicted that I would marry him so according to Mum, marry him I would. **Lucan’s Story**

Raised in a nice Bostonian neighborhood, the only kind of "baggage" Melissa's accustomed to is from Prada, Coach or maybe Gucci. When a sexy new neighbor moves in, Melissa's comfortable little world --and everyone in it-- is in for a very rude awakening..

there's a boy i have in mind

How a nice girl becomes the hellfire cheerleader of every fat, unpopular girl's waking NIGHTMARE. Sept 23, 2008: Ch.8&9 up! Romance, drag racing, sibling... love and danger! //INCOMPLETE//

Cooper and Mel are best friends, and just that. Friends. Tobacco pipes and pot, old books, odd art, and some interesting events involving Greek food and Saskatchewan. And so go the Adventures of Cooper and Mel. A series of vignettes.

I hadn't always been like this. The sloppy kisses in the dirty backseats of some boy's car, the drugs, the booze. But after Edwin died, a rabbit hole opened up. So I plugged my nose and jumped in head first.

I work four jobs, dance, and babysit almost every night of the week. So when I get home I want to sleep. Instead I have to listen to my new upstairs neighbour play the piano all night long. Who does he think he is? Famous? Ha...

For Lia, solitude equals safety and the past is best forgotten. A chance entreaty pulls her into a tangled web where nothing is what it appears to be and she can no longer hide from the one thing she fears the most.*Contains M/M *Winner FPSSA Best Written

Currently undergoing reconstructive surgery. Will be back shortly.

the sequel to Stay, "Pace, smoking" follows Pace through his college years and beyond as he grows up and attempts to heal after Thalia's disappearance.

They meet for the first time when he falls from the skies and lands in her backyard.

His hand brushes softly against my cheek, running down my neck to my collar bone. I step back, shivering from his touch. “Please, don’t,” I whisper, my voice cracking with fear.

When a riddle from her dead father comes in the mail, Alice Ripley learns that things like pirates, secret passages, skeleton keys, and bad guys who just might want to take over the world actually exist. Wonderland wasn't exactly what she expected.

Whatever God told him to do, he did. Giving away his shoes, taking punches, befriending outcasts. Even turning his back on love...and on me.

Hi, my name is Kelsey Sanders and I'm too nice to be mean even when I think he deserves it. Even when I'm sure he broke my sister's heart. So why give him mine to do it all over again? Big mistake, Andrew Wiser told me so and he's always right. Complete!

REMOVED Audrey's unconventional relationship with her bully, Eli Vitelli, began the first time she dialed 1 800 SEX ME UP. What happens when Audrey hides her identity and asks the sexually practiced Vitelli to teach her all there is to know about sex?

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

Six different students, six different perspectives. One weekend.

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

I wasn't addicted to the pleasure, the pain, or the feeling of getting laid. I was addicted to feeling wanted, to feeling needed, and to feeling powerful. Even when they were on top of me, inside of me, all over me, I was still in control. -REMOVED-

Gallagher and Frankie, the anarchist and literary deadbeat, got on like a house on fire.

The classic Female-Domination story: Finished In a world controlled by women, one young woman must overcome societal barriers as she grows closer to her new, abused slave, a romance that will eventually lead to world revolution

Out of all people, Finn Blake the Ultimate Jock was probably the last person you'd pick to turn gay. Yet there he was, hiding behind a truck, making creepy stalker eyes at the littlest punk ever. Ah, romance.

his address is the day after tomorrow

They are dysfunctional and illogical and imperfect and he doesn’t even really like her, anyway. But it’s 2am, and she’s throwing pebbles at his window, praying he’ll come watch the shooting-stars-slash-UFOs with her. ONESHOT.

i wish my body were a pile of untouched clay, ready to be sculpted into a masterpiece. but i can't change my genes. deliberate lack of capitalization, for those anal people.

This is not just an ordinary day, because this is the day that Fern Whitelaw dies. And this is the day that Quinn Sutherland starts running. This is the day where their story begins.

futuristic and weird, it's more of a found piece than anything. i had to write a piece using phrases from other places.

Emily takes the phrase 'learning a new tongue' to a rather literal level. Who knew that linguistics could lead to love? One shot!

with him, it's supersonic orange crush LA mornings; too much sunshine and skate-stiff knees.

Girls who read Nietzsche and nurse broken hearts.

and no, it won't be the smoking, or the drinking

The first of three stories that deal with the same three characters. Thalia helps Pace, an estranged, aloof, quiet boy show more of himself in his everyday life.

We are not in Wonderland anymore, Alice.

... I have to lose my pelvis.

they just don't make 'em like this anymore.

He was the guy no one could really label. She was just another prep. And they weren't even obsessed with each other. Yet.

I'm always breathing his air, like I have become his adjacent lung. Breathing for him, seeing the world through his eyes. In his eyes.

We know about the sex and the drinking and the drugs. We choose not to get involved. And for some reason or another, it's what makes people interested in us. Life in all its simplicity as told through letters, e-mails, and notes, mostly unsent.

Mason always agrees with me and Jacob nearly kills me and I want to build a lemonade stand out of our memories. The man on the side of the freeway had a lemonade stand once, too, I think. It's just that whenever I see him, I kind of want to cry. Oneshot.

It's bad enough living in the same town as the hell-raising Ripkowski tribe. Marley McCown knew that sleeping with one was trouble enough, but falling in love with his brother? That's just asking for it.

Christian likes Melinda; but Melinda isn't so keen. So, Christian enlists Angie to help him woo her. Simple, right? Well, the thing is, people think Angie's kind of crazy, and Christian's beginning to think that perhaps 'crazy' might be exactly his type.

REMOVED. I was frozen, trapped inside the prison of my own mind, and he was the only one brave enough to help me find a way out. Unfortunately, he was just as lost as I was.

She was used to being unnoticed, that was nothing new. But when the mystery boy at school starts paying a shocking amount of attention to her, she's not quite sure what to do. Believe it? Deny it? Surely he couldn't really be into her...could he? REMOVED

When the heroine of a romance story suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder and quite a few other undiagnosed quirks, you know something outrageous is about to happen to her love life, no?

She's a bleeding heart liberal. He's a jaded Marine. She's the best friend. He's the older brother. She's middle class. He's loaded. And they're sharing the same address. Painfully cliché? You have no idea. SKoW Winner and Runner-up, Round 8.

This is about growing up and breaking down. This is about falling for the wrong person at the right time. This is about giving up and holding on. This is about a boy, a girl, and why it isn't that simple.

So was it a really big deal that I was getting paid for sex? It was a huge misunderstanding. And so what if that letter finally arrived which made my stomach roll. I would have handled it. It's his fault he made my life even more complicated.

The day the sky ended, she took up her patent-leather larynx and told me how she longed for a recurrence of her youth and beauty — those days before ozone age spots and hot flashes we nicknamed global warming.

Cricket-jawed on the bone-swing of yesterday, I counted the feet of the kindergarten chain gang as their toes swept the astroturf into a perpetual plastic clean.

You shouldn't lie because it just might make him want to kiss you. Oneshot.

-COMPLETE- One likes two. Two is going out with three, but actually likes one. Then one pulls four into the picture by making four help one make two jealous. Sound simple? Ask five.

Married to a man she hardly knows, Beth finds herself now living in the infamous Chapman House – a house with darkened hallways, locked doors, hushed whispers on the third floor and a ghost who doesn’t seem to want to leave but wants Beth out of the way.

Even from where I sat, I could see the excitement radiating off of those around us. It wasn’t everyday one had to play ‘Nervous, yet?’ with their best friend. //One-Shot//

“I’ll sell my body, I don’t know.” He ate another cookie. “THIS IS SO GOOD. I want to have epic sex with your baking skills.” An instructional guide on how to snare males in the trap of awesome cooking.

REMOVED. He was gasoline, I was spark, and together we set the world on fire. And that's only a partial metaphor. Think of all the trouble you can get into when you don't believe in anything and then strike a match.

Lindy Lee Jones is a socially retarded, destructive adolescent staving off teenage angst by avoiding soap opera drama. It figures she'd meet a pog warrior who's so well-adjusted.

Tomfoolery: noun. 1. foolish behavior. [See: Carmichael, Jason.] Fun, funny, charming, and irresistable Jason Carmichael. His mischievous ways caught me offguard and full force. Literally. And, try as I might, I just can't seem to stay away.

In death, we learn how to breathe.

Faced with the sudden desire to lose her virginity before graduation, Deedee Winterbottom sets out on a mission to find the perfect prick. (removed for editing)

she has the smile of a child

Kelsey's mother marries a rich loser and her life falls apart. She is forced to move, leave the friend she loves, and is left alone with the attractive, bitter boy working in the kitchen that refuses to tell her his name & argues with her about breakfast.

It’s her fault I was stuck in Starbucks for an extra twenty minutes trying to think up something to say to this ex-boyfriend of mine. -TAKEN DOWN FOR EDITING-

Rylie is homeless; a baby in her belly, and drugs in her veins. Nolan loves her, wants to rebuild her. It wouldn't be fair to keep him, but to borrow him a while? Can you blame a girl for being lonely? PREGNANCY, DRUG REFERENCES, also KISSING OH NOES!

Zia, a soil-smudged gardener with a useless degree, is broke and needs someone to fake a relationship with on a reality show. Who better than Elliot, who she just met. She doesn't know him, but he can sure act. With cameos from Nolan and Delia.

It wasn’t that I was in love with the boy. It was just that maybe, I kinda, sort of have certain feelings toward him that could, in some way, be construed as feelings of more than friendship. // One Shot //

The cliff my house sits on is slowly eroding into the sea, my mother is determined to go with it and there’s a beautiful, too young boy who thinks he can fix all my problems. But cliffs don’t grow back and the tide keeps coming.

Building holes in the places my heart used to hide.

She's appalled by his food choices. He thinks she's a baseball curse. It's definitely not a match made in heaven or in Boston, for that matter. //REMOVED//

The Kinks are playing now and I vaguely consider feeling nostalgia for good old days I never had but I decide against it, because really it’s overwhelmingly hot and besides, I’m not out of morphine yet.

REMOVED :: If you look past the facade of perfection, the Noland family is borderline dysfunctional. It's crazy how much weirder things get when you take in boys you find passed out in the backyard.

One shot. What's a girl to do when her ten night stand throws her knickers out the window? Steal a pair of his boxers to wear of course. It's not a big deal, until Kristie Carlson comes up and asks whether you're wearing someone else's underwear.

The Laundromat Queen was rumored to know everything. Well, at least how to woo the girl of ones dreams. Instead he found himself chasing the wrong girl.

and yeah, you'll never be peter pan.

She drank, she smoked, she took drugs for him. She laughed, she cried, she lied for him. She became Stephen’s Mary. She changed for him because she loved him and it was the only thing she could do. -One Shot-

Clara Anderson needed some way to mark a pivotal moment in her life. And she wanted Reid Stone to give her that mark. Reluctantly, he'll give her more than she bargained for.

-ONE SHOT- He was just the creepy dude who insisted on hovering over my shoulder every morning while I tried to drink my coffee. Obviously the only reason I let him keep doing it without punching him in the face was because he always helped me finish the daily crossword. That had to be the only reason... right?

It wasn't my fault he looked like Paul Walker. And so you must understand, dear reader, that the succeeding events were also completely out of my hands. And that includes my sitting right next to him and naming him Bing. Well. He called me a loser first.

A runaway, a chance encounter, a heartbreaking and destructive friendship. What if , for that brief second, you gave into everything? Of Transcendentalism, hopeless romanticism and complete and utter lies.

She pops pills like he smokes cigarettes, and, really, it's no wonder they were such good friends.

he looks at her and wonders if she really is a whore. she's slept with enough guys, yet something keeps him from labeling her that way. maybe it is her face when she is sleeping, or the way she smells of clean cotton, which is not the way whores smell...

So maybe my best friend chose his girlfriend over me, and maybe he only remembered my birthday a week after it had passed. The scrap of paper on my locker said: "I R SORRY." How could I stay mad at a boy who apologized like that? Oneshot.

To Mae, a relationship should be as simple as a basic chem equation. She finds out the hard way that the laws of attraction don’t always sound quite right.

STORY REMOVED. Meet Rhode, the sad and forgotten Easter Bunny. Next, meet Reval, the unhinged imposter Easter Bunny. And lastly? Meet Sophie. . . the girl caught up in a holiday that isn’t supposed to last THIS long.

STORY REMOVED. “You will learn to smile as you kill.” How do you trust someone who captured you—someone who betrays your senses, commands your enemies, and talks in riddles? Well, by having no other choice. ficathon challenge o4

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.

He collects Spice Girls dolls and Jarvis Cocker is his idol. There is something odd about Nineties Nate and it’s not just his name. He is the messiah of the indie revival scene but it is up to me to drag him out of 90's world and into the 21st century.

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

They were coming for my mother. But it was too late. She was already gone, and so was I.

Ash is an adult. She's going to college and working. She thinks that she won't make the same mistakes. But with Aiden trying to win her back...she just can't be sure. How can she love him without getting her heartbroken? Again. [Sequel to Echo.]

When being blonde, good looking and a jock isn't enough, you bring out the big guns. Swear words, wildly made assumptions and petty revenge seemed like a good alternative. And who knows, maybe you'll get your girlfriend back once all of this is over.

Hello. My name is Rosie. I'm a boring, dead inside emotional wreck, living in a boring village filled with lunatics. The only colourful things in my life are the boy I don't know and the soundtrack I stole. Life is good. Complete! - REMOVED

Oneshot "Of course I'm crying," I said frankly, "I've been crying for months. In fact I've pretty much been crying ever since my boyfriend said 'oh and this is my brother Mac' and I thought I was having a heart attack."

they call girls like me desperate and girls like you whores

Mary Sues, Cliches, Stupid Villans, Reviewers, Bad Logic and anything else I can think of that bugs me about today's stories. If something's bugging you, chances are you'll find it here. Now with Worldbuilding. Topic suggestions welcome! Reviews returned.

[COMPLETE] She liked rock music. He preferred classical. She said what she thought. He thought before he said. She was from the 21st Century. He was from the 19th. There were more than walls keeping them apart.

how to heal.

Rani is trying to figure out how to tell her boyfriend she loves him. Problem is, it's such an overused phrase that it's spawned millions of cheesy Hallmark cards, romance novels, and movies. //REMOVED//

she throws up every other thursday and pretends her orange juice is mixed with vodka. she promises that loving someone is like being ripped apart. you can never get your seams to match up.

Morgan Girancelli and Quinn Carter weren't meant to be together. Morgan has trust issues. Quinn has arrogance down to a science. They each think the other's in it for sex. True love? They said it never stood a chance. DISCONTINUED. Obviously at this point

She can paint me beautiful, but there are no “I love you’s” in her poetry she doesnt belive in writing fiction

Aislynn never wanted to love him. He was angry and had major baggage. She was a dreamer, immersed in her thoughts and the fictional worlds created by books. Then one night, he crawls through her window, and everything changed.

i talk in quotations and colour my nails with sharpie, laughing between my tears like our generation does so well

if your music tastes were a bunch of people, a bunch of people you could sit around with, what kind of trouble would you get up to?

turn up the volume sunshine, you know i love this song.

i will read my poetry to this boy and then tell him i didn’t write it. this boy won’t believe me. this boy will let me write poems on his arm. this boy’s body will be my notebook.

He wasn’t a suffering artist, he was Icarus who’d flown too high and then realised he suffered from vertigo. A story about the consequences of ambition, expectations and forgetting that success doesn't leave you invincible. :: SECOND EDIT ::

He was a punk/goth who I was hopelessly in love with. He was my best friend since birth. He was - the Grim Reaper. Funny how weird high school can be.

COMPLETEBurn, drown, scream it out to the horizon but come out of it alive so that i can laugh at your scars. and no one ever said that boarding schools were meant to be easy.

She's a hopeless romantic that is terrified of falling in love. Quirky? You have no idea... He's misunderstood purposely so and has a past. A dark one. So...what happens when their small town matchmaker decides they're destined for each other?

Meet Luna. She doesn't always say the best thing in every situation. She's addicted to green tea and cigarettes. And she screws up every single chance at a romance that she gets.

A story of loneliness and acceptance, or something like it.

Wednesday Aryn is what some would deem a 'free spirit', a gypsy if you will. Her independence is threatened, however, when an old bat decides she needs to clip her wings...with Mr. Grunge no less.

the narwhales that live in my attic make us forget. (and you died anyway)

ONE-SHOT. He swung next to me, always pressing forward. I just didn't want to move.

everyone said i was too beautiful for you.

STORY REMOVED. He had created the game because he believed that love had to be won. . . nine pawns, two players, one winner.

At her sister's dinner Chris meets James, a sinfully sexy priest. She tests her limits as he tests his faith. But love in the 21st century was anachronistic, right? Especially between a romance skeptic and a priest.

Sydney was a shy, laid back, not-so-social teenager, until those three short weeks that changed her life so drastically, in a way she could have never imagined.

There was a boy. And this is his story. And it is mine too. You see. I knew him. Very well.