written 2007

Her boyfriend dumped her for a first class skank and she wants revenge. He's her ex's archenemy who wants a little revenge of his own. Pretending to date each other could be the perfect solution to both of their problems, right? Then again, maybe not.

. "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.

Brody Hansen and I, we had a system. I didn't like him and he didn't like me, but we both liked watching each other undress. That's just what happened when you gave good-looking, hormonal teenagers bedroom windows that faced each other. Full sum inside.

REMOVED ..."On a scale of 10 to 10, how hot do I look right now?" he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. I tried not to gag - or jump his bones - as I said sweetly, "Is get the hell away from me before I punch you in the kidneys a choice?"

The moment Honey Smith sets foot in South Merritt Academy, she unknowingly becomes the target of an unspoken challenge, setting into motion a self-fulfilling prophecy that will forever change the lives of South Merritt’s Elite Five.

Ever heard the story of Cinderella? Well, so has my sister, Cindy. And she'll stop at nothing to make it a reality. Who am I? Why, I'm the ugly stepsister, of course!

Meeting her match was no easy feat. She was valedictorian, best viola that school had ever seen, but that changed when a new guy came in, with a bad boy complex and all, after her post. A little competition never hurt.

"Because I love you, Cin, alright? I freaking fell for you the moment you threatened to light me on fire with a Bunsen burner if I didn't quit flirting with the TA." [UPDATED: 7/29/13. Several pages of new content!]

He's the latest addition to town. He came on a red sports car and became a celebrity at school overnight. I was just a girl who was dragged by her stupid friends to spy on him and sell his personal info. I got caught. Why just me? My friends run fast.

I used to have a corny summary for a make believe story to lure people to read this. This is not, in fact, fiction. It is a commentary on the quality of the stories on this site...

One-shot. "What's wrong?" Before I knew it, he had placed himself squarely in my path. And – dare I say it – he actually sounded a little angry and hurt. "Why are you not stalking me anymore?"

One-shot. She thought he was a stain on the family tree. He thought she was the perfect match for his snob-of-a-brother. Negative first impressions on a deserted highway at 2 A.M. ––and the worst part was, they could've had each other at 'hello'.

He was the new star of Hollywood. She was the industry veteran. They were the duo that burned so bright that when they burst, it was like a perfect Oscar movie.

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

You want a piece of this?" I shouted, pointing at my derriere. "Well, you're not gonna get it!" COMPLETE.

I want to die," I say and watch his shoulders stiffen.

There are three parts to the art of lying. 1. Maintain eye contact. 2. Don’t cross your fingers behind your back. 3. In the end... tell the truth.

-"Meet me there" were his last words before he disappeared from my life. It was only after two years that he appeared only to be nothing like the guy I remember. Now he had fashion sense, he combed his hair - he was hot and he's my best friend's boyfriend

So she was the lowest in a film’s hierarchy. He was at the top. See, they kind of were in love... and then they kind of destroyed each other. Six years ago. Still, players don't easily forget that one girl who changed them. For I Love to Hate You Contest.

(One-Shot) "You want to be with me, just as much, if not more than I want to be with you." A flicker of something passed over her expression. "I'll get over it."

In the very center of the Riverdale Cemetery, below a mound of freshly overturned dirt, lay the prematurely decaying body of a young man. One-shot.

Her smile was so believable It was hard To know that tears had spilled Down those rosy cheeks

How to win over the girl of your dreams: have her catch you wearing nothing but a pair of hot pink, Disney Princess patterned boxers, attempting to photocopy your ass. Humilating? You have no idea. ONESHOT

For my sweet 16 all i wanted was a car. A stupid CAR! How hard is that to remember? Does it sound like I want to be forced to engage my ex-boyfriend who cheated on me with my twin in the back of my limo on Valentines Day. I think not! Ugh... Parents!

She thought arranged marriages were for princesses and girls in India. Boy, was she ever wrong. COMPLETE

“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.

ONE-SHOT! Kissing booth. Age 11. Clark had been my first - and only - customer. After he paid his 2 dollars and placed a wet one on me, I realized just how many cooties I was setting myself up for and closed up the business. Now he's back for a refund.

a poem i just wrote when lurking through my lyrics pile! not my best work, but apparently good enough to upload! BL brings to thee, Blood Red Rose, written while drinking shitty cold medicine! open to suggestions and con-crit! review!

There is poetry in despair.

Sam Westlane is the new kid in the famous all boys Crestan High School for the rich and the spoiled ... There's only one problem. Sam is a girl.

Black-haired, blue-eyed Aiden just HAD to be my type, just HAD to tease and flirt with me, just HAD to follow me home from school, and I would have resisted him still...if he hadn’t pushed me back against the wall and started kissing me. Oneshot.

At nineteen, Bethany Barker was the world's most reluctant serial killer. And it was all because of a festering corpse in a festering town and a boy with a far-away smile she was desperate to save.

When you have a crazy, rather insane family, introducing them to the person of your dreams isn’t the smartest idea. Too bad my siblings never actually give me a choice. -One Shot-

Tradition is that the two people standing underneath mistletoe must kiss. So we did just that. I mean, tradition is tradition. Lets just put aside the fact that it was with the guy who read your diary out to your entire class, why break tradition right?

A dark, twelve-line poem.

It’s an undeniable fact that I feel ill. I mean, wouldn’t you feel ill if your one true love is in love with your mum? And is marrying her? God, it’s enough to make you want to vomit.

“Because he’s confident.” “I’d call it arrogance.” “Because he’s hot.” “He’s not my type.” “Because he’s rich.” “I’m not that type of girl.” Quick one-shot. Desperate need of criticism people! ...Please.

Everything I'm looking for is right there in front of me...I just can't see it.

A little glimpse into the mind of that one person who always has their iPod on.

A simple poem about life.

Suddenly, at that moment I knew who to blame, for everything. Telcari. And then, just then, I knew exactly how, and what I would do. My eyes fluttered and my eyelids felt strangely heavy. I leaned back slowly against the wall and smiled, my war had begun.

A short poem about wind and water and appreciating nature.

A short little tale of two lovers. It's chock full o' cliches, so if that's not your thing, sorry in advance.

*oneshot* - You see, once there was this little girl in pigtails playing with a boy in day care when he told her, “You're not allowed to smile. You're even scarier when you smile.” And after that, the little girl never knew how to smile ever again. R&R.

Oneshot. Belle's surefire ways to get a guy: 1, Write his name on your hand. 2, Lure him in with jelly beans. If it works for kids, it works for men. And 3, recite your many witty food analogies. He won't be able to resist.

ONESHOT “God I miss sitting next to you. Dammit, I even miss the pain I get on my shoulder when you rest your head on it for an hour straight!” he said. I frowned and then gasped, "Are you trying to say I have a big head? Are you calling me FAT?"

Who ever falls in love with the outcast villian? I did. Based on the new Joker from the Dark Knight. One Shot.

One-shot. They say one ride in the elevator at the Elegance Hotel is all it takes to change your life. According to the story her two best friends believe, Natalie is thirty floors away from finding the man of her dreams.

After being sent to a private boarding school,Blair d'Orey convinced herself that people couldn't be truly trusted.Who would've thought she would be proven wrong by Sean Nocetti,of all people?

It is funny how one person’s smile can give another person so much strength. But I take what I have, and I never let go of that image of him smiling. It warmed my heart, until the day came when I knew that it was time for me to go.

“Look outside your window; you’d find me there. I could be stuffing my mouth with chocolate. I could be dreaming of us living blissfully; in love. I could be getting drenched by Mother Nature’s piss. I could be waiting. I am waiting. For you. I love you."

I am but a shadow in a world of fading light. Reviews appreciated.

“What the hell did I steal of yours now?” I demand, annoyed to no end, but my breath catches when he fully sprawls himself over me, pinning me down and taking my head in his hands. “My heart,” he whispers and then his lips are on mine.

A poem i wrote a while back. i think it's the best thing i've ever writen. It's sort of about revenge and maybe lost love. i think it's good.

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-

Snow was swirling under streetlamps like falling stars as the pair walked, close enough together to be mistaken for lovers. The sky above them as dark as the sky ever gets above a city.

He’s totally in love with her and is deluded that some day and some day soon my mum’s going to leave my dad for him. But what I'm wrong...what if he isn't coming over for my mum, what if he's really coming over for me under false pretenses?

-ONE SHOT- "Nice pink panties," Jayden taunted me. "Glad you liked the sight," I responded nonchalantly. "Oh yes I did," he shot back. "But I have to say, seeing you fall down those stairs was much better entertainment." Why again am I in love with him?

Crushes are temporary, hardly lasting more than a short while. So then why is it that Noelle can't get over Ryan, even after over a decade has passed, and it appears he's all but forgotten about her? One-Shot

“and you’re a freak of nature in the best way and you’re smart, and funny, and absolutely brilliant and I...I...” he sucks in his breath, “I love you for you, how could you see it any different?" “Charlie...you...you..I...waah..” I say giddily.

*One-shot* "Return me my ribbon, poopy-face!" "Not till the day we get MARRIEDDD..." He jeered, poking his tongue out. She knew all too well what that meant. She was never going to see that ribbon again... Or was she?

He reeled back. “You really don’t remember me, do you?” I snuck a glance at his narrowed grey eyes. “Am I supposed to remember you?” I asked. That’s when I caught a glimpse of a circle-sized scar on the inside of his arm. It was a burn mark. A mark I knew

It is said that if you put your name in locker 420, the Matchmaker will find you your perfect match. So what happens when the arrogant spoiled brat is captivated and the matchmaker meets her match?

ONEshot. - She is the type of person who likes hugs and kisses. Cuddles and touches. But he isn't. And sadly, she doesn't know.

He would walk her in the rain, she would talk incessantly. After all, that was just the way things were. Who were they to change it? Oneshot.

Being a damsel in distress isn't nearly as glamorous as it seems...I should know, since my life is the equivalent of a really bad Disney movie. Except I don't have a Genie or a singing lobster to help me win my heart's desire, whatever that is.

She loves everything about the sea but her father. The sea witch has similar feelings. A plan is devised and a spell is cast. But Happily Ever After is muddled when the human prince and the mermaid do not get along. Twisted version of The Little Mermaid.

Carrie, a self-proclaimed book nerd, thought she would spend a quiet summer working at Angelo's, a crazy Italian pizza place. She didn't think a weird guy would come into the restaurant and hit on her - or that he would actually be a spy from Pizza Hut.

“Hey Jay…it’s raining”. Turning around and wearing his crooked smile, he called back, “so are you going to kiss me then?”

ONE SHOT. “I heard you had a girlfriend. Kirk told me she was pretty.” Her voice was wobbly. “She’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you love her?” she asked after a pause. He said, “I’ll never love her like I loved you.” Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.

ONE SHOT. SKoW challenge response. “You're mine. And I'm yours. It's a whole big possession thing. Point is: I love you.”

She realised that loving him and wanting him to be happy was not giving her the happiness she deserved. She realised she needed to move on and this could only happen if she confessed her feelings. So she rang the doorbell. One-Shot

ONE-SHOT: When he almost says "I want you," he changes it to "I want a bird!" Wait, what?

What do you do when you have nothing to live for? A girl and a psychiatrist discuss suicide.

The EAHoDSC is a long-standing tradition for Adelaide and her friends. But what happens when one of her other traditions - the delicious Charlie Harris - joins the fray? You know, besides the traditional inordinate amounts of sexual tension?

Tutoring's never been this complicated, thanks to Wes McDermott. He'll ignore you, then charm you. He'll insult you, then ask you out. With little studying going on, all Amy wants is for Wes to pick up a textbook ... before she murders him with it.DELETED

I stepped in front of the oncoming car. 'What do you think you're doing' The guy shouted angrily at me. 'Hitchhiking what do you think dumbass' I shouted back with a roll of my eyes 'Let me in'

Oneshot. Sometimes being a scorned woman is an incredible turnon. At least to a guy who's been in and out of anger management.

ONE SHOT As predicted, she glared, “OK, what do you want?” The answer was so simple, but he didn’t even know what it was until it came out of his mouth. “You.”

.FIN. I was starting to think he was my bad luck charm. After all, it was no coincidence that I embarrassed myself every time I saw him. Just throw in bookstores, sisters, best friends, blind dates, and dentists, and you’ve got my newly complicated life.

[VERY LONG ONE SHOT] Abe Pruitt is going to improve the world, and she's doing it with sticky notes. Jack St. James is going to keep on being bothersome, and he looks good doing it, damn him. Doesn't it suck when the tables are turned? [EDITED]

[ONE SHOT] “I'm already in love with someone,” I said. “And who is this supposed moron,” he muttered darkly. I turned and looked at him. Oh God, here goes the last shred of dignity I own. I took a deep breath. “You.”

Complete. It's not that I was a bad person. Actually, I was quite a good person. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not my fault. And then he walked in. Oh, sweet irony.

[one shot] I attended a wedding and ran into my twelve year infatuation. After being locked out and playing a game of truths, nothing comes as a surprise.

I'll chase and stalk him until he is mine. I'm pretty determined. Unfortunately his best friend thinks my existence is pointless and I'm unworthy. And, well, he's pretty damn determined too. / Left up just for comparison with my writing then and now.

Not what the title implies. It's hard to summarize. The meaning is very vague and ambiguous. It can be interpreted lots of different ways. Props to anyone who isn't completely and utterly lost.

He’s perceived as a spoiled rich kid that always gets what he wants. She’s seen as a cynical loner with an anger issue. But neither are truly what they seem what happens when they begin to notice this? What happens when he “buys” her for a week?

I wrote this when I was 14, so of course it sucks. I'm keeping it here more for the milestone.

"That’s the truck she’ll drive them home in when he gets so drunk he can’t stand up. That’s the couch she’ll collapse on when she finally gets home at four in the morning. That’s the box of tissues she’ll demolish as her face dissolves and makes tracks

After a drunken night, Lira wakes up next to Jude, a childhood nemesis. It gets worse when they find that they’re married. But when an opportunity too good to pass up presents itself, what will happen when they stay married?