Nightmares and Dreams are actual creatures who invade human minds as embodied fears and joys. Violet doesn't use the new BlissMax pill designed to give good dreams (or any modern niceties, thanks Dad), and one night, a Nightmare—the fear of hell—enters her enticingly un-medicated mind and gets trapped.

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's not Prince Charming, more like Prince Arrogant Jerk. And I'm no Cinderella or fair Juliet. I'm a sorceress and now I have to rescue him from the evil sorcerer. Partially Removed for rewriting

I don’t like you. You think I think you don’t like me, but I know for a fact that you’re really in love with me. But now will you be able to make me fall for you? Please, girls like you can’t live up to a guy like me. ONE-SHOT.

It would have been the most perfect, heart-to-goo-inducing couple had I not butted my sorry ass into it. Sorry, folks. one-shot

ONE-SHOT. Something fishy was going on, and my suspicions were confirmed when Ryan walked past and told me it was just me and Zach left, all alone in this dark, dark place with many corners and hidey-holes.

You caught me staring at you the first time we met. I don't remember why I was staring, but I do believe your exact words were, "tormented by my beauty?" I smirked at the comment. / One-Shot

(One-Shot) Once upon a time, we met. And for me, that was happily ever after.

ONE SHOT. “He lied. When he said that it didn’t bother him that he didn’t remember her - he lied.” Love is longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

Every thing I have to say to you is in this letter. I'm sorry that it's messy, and I'm sorry that the ink's smearing, but my hands are shaking just as bad as my world.

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. It was on that day that I began my downward spiral of meaningless sex, alcoholism, violence, and… okay, not really. But it felt close to something like that.

You think I like him? You've got to be kidding. Darren Teigan is the most stubborn, pompous, pigheaded, egotistical creature that ever existed." Emma says nothing and I blanch. "He's... right behind me, isn't he..." COMPLETE.

New York City, population: 8 million. It's easy to lose faces in a crowd. These are the stories of those lost faces.

Taylor, who works at a greeting card store, wants nothing more than to be given a Valentine of her own. But what happens when she has to sell one to the boy she secretly likes?

You know when you see a rhinoceros, or whatever running around in the wild, you find it sort of breathtaking because the animal is beautiful and powerful." My eyebrows go way up at that. He just compared me to a rhino. While proposing. Oh. My. God.

One plus one equals two. Yellow plus blue equals green. Two crazy in love best friends equals the cutest couple ever. But one surly Mr. I-don't-believe-in-happy-endings, plus one slightly insane Little Miss Matchmaker? Not even Newton can find an answer.

“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.

“How about a movie? Saturday night? Just you and me.” I scowled. “How about you get the hell off my desk before I kick your fat ass off it?” He grinned at me, unfazed. “You just can’t get enough of my ass, can you?” ONESHOT

He loves me, he loves me not- Maddie accidentally confesses her true feelings to her best friend, unaware that he was listening the whole time. R/R 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?

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.

I liked you because you were stupid and that made me look smarter. You went for me so you could cheat during exams. We had sex and got caught, your hands on my boobs. We have two kids, one of which, apparently, developed HIV. At the age of two. one-shot.

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?

Poetry for when I'm just being a whimp. The last line needs work, feel free to comment on it.

ONE SHOT So you find a phone, and you take it, because… it’s a free phone, why wouldn’t you? And it’s pretty sweet until the angry owner starts calling you every chance he gets.

“He keeps talking to you, and you flash him your irresistible smile. Your eyes are on his face. His eyes are on yours.” A guy hits on you. What about your friends? Very short oneshot.

Sometimes love is like a pizza... sort of... [oneshot entirely in dialogue, rated for language]

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

[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 day, a girl and a boy fell in love without realizing it.

[COMPLETE] Eric is half naked when he walks into his room to find Aurora sitting on his bed. What's he supposed to say when she tells him that she's his guardian angel? He's destined for great things, but what happens when forbidden feelings develop?

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.

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?

Win the Heroine Contest and you can win the Prince's hand in marriage. Unfortunately for all those wannabe-heroines, the prince has other plans. So does our particular heroine. NOW COMPLETE

I could fall in love with him. And that's something that I never thought would happen.

Can’t manage to finish the stories you start? Contracted writer’s block? Need a little help with summaries? Stop dodging flying vegetables. This is for you.

A heartfelt speech to a husband.