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.

I was eight when I quit believing in fairy tales. Being raped will do that. After years of abuse for sexual profit, I never dreamed of meeting my prince at a magical ball. But when midnight strikes can Charm break the curse…or must I learn to save myself?

A young woman alone in a forest, on a quest she does not even believe in herself. Will there be a wonder for her or only a life of crimson tears? A kind of parable on hope in the midst of pain. Chapter 2 is a poem that illustrates the story.

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 cannot wait to be taken seriously. poetry.

He’s popular, she’s not. He blackmails her, she doesn’t have a choice. He’s a player, and now she’s his girlfriend. Clichéd? You’d think so. What’s the catch making it more unique than it sounds? MF

The lucky ones escaped with a faint crack or two. The rest bore bleeding scars from when we tried to force the sharp edges together. We're broken, there's no doubt about it. But sometimes, when we laugh, I swear I can hear the pieces peal like bells.

nothing to say

We decorated the tree today. What a weird tradition... I love it!

Mourning loss and wanting to see that person again. "For eternal galaxies and pantheons without charade, forever will I dance your masquerade."

What are those things in that dark corner? Monsters!

let us dance across the constelations.

To take the road less-traveled by, you often roam alone...." Something I had to get out.

A short piece of prose about a man who loved a bird.

Short script. A monologue about love, loss, and people who don't fit the norm.

Please smile again.

A poem about regret.

you still think i must be divine, but i am only reflecting you.

(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."

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour." -William Blake, Auguries of Innocence. Written for the Review Game's July WCC.

a poem about fear. Mwah. Ha. Ha.

Take it how you want. R&R please and thank you. Reviews will be returned.

This is just a story that I would like some feedback on. It is about a lonely little girl with a friend, Coral, who instigates a change of self. please R&R oneshot

My lover is perfect, but he doesn't love me. And it's killing me. SLASH. ONESHOT.

It seemed like only moments had passed before he moved beyond my sight. I was once again reminded that I had no place in his world, nor he in mine. I was nothing. He was gone—forever unattainable. one shot for WCC

A random scene I wrote for a friend. Drabble from a larger story I'm working on. Cute Fluff basically. Let me know what you think. These characters are untested by the public :

Opposites attract, you know... it's inevitable." What my mom said about her views on romantic pairings inspired this far-from-perfect poem. Shades of a bit of fantasy, maybe?

She lightly hums a tune...

Spur-of-the-moment poetry. I typed it up pretty quickly. Approximate rhyming.

All she can do is run from her future and hope that he doesn't catch up.

The moon gapes in horror as the clouds shield her eyes/But the stars have no protectection, dispersed among the skies/They lend unwilling light to the chaos of purity's demise/While the clouds curse the one below and the pale moon cries

hansel and gretel thought it fine / to lose a little piece of mind / when all the castles in the sky / just kept on falling down

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