Felicia, a slave girl, is taught to be both obedient and taciturn. Yet she is anything but. This is a story of her tribulations, both romantic and otherwise, which force her to choose between whom she loves and the freedom she needs.

[COMPLETE] Updated December 1st, 2016. This is a story about a rich boy who thought he had everything, a poor girl from the projects who had to work hard for whatever she got, and how they found all they ever wanted and more - with each other. Original unedited version. *FAIR WARNING* This story is cliche to the highest level! [Cover credits: the amazing Stone Gold of Wattpad!]

I had best friend Reece, semi-jackass Liam, sweet Landon, equally sweet Kara, and high on life Max. I’d be with Landon, who I’m not even sure I like. And help Reece get his girl, who he keeps anonymous. Not like best friends ever fall in love or anything.

Any thing to do with word prompts. Some will be actual sentences, otehrs just words. Some will take me hours to write, and others, I limit myself to only five minutes. They all go here.

She's the type of person who's all tough and strong and doesn't need /anyone/ - but really, that's all a lie. She's just Jas Parker, and she's just like any other girl. Oneshot.

This is a poem I wrote one night when I was feeling kind of depressed, so some may find it kind of depressing.

His dream haunted me. He was certain he would die for Jesus at the hands of angry extremists - and I denied it, even when they took him. But God sent me his journals, written for me, and I saw on those pages an extraordinary tale of courage and faith.

sometimes i dream, of a place... a place that is far different from the reality we must face when we wake. /free verse/

It is too late to be remembered. After all, why should the crimes be remembered and the innocence be forgotten? We think it is too late. So we plummet.

It all started when I was caught having a staring contest with the neighborhood cat by the quiet, brooding Josh Riley. That damned orange cat was the reason I started noticing Josh more, including the fact that he made skinny jeans look good.

"I was the other Charlotte. Eyes passed over me like I was invisible. When people called out my name, it wasn't me they meant, it was her. And then you came along. And I thought you were different." Free Verse.

A reluctant bridesmaid and a tipsy groomsman play hide-and-seek. Shenanigans ensue.

(SKoW Nominee, Round 12) One-shot. The best way to get over a guy? Date his new girlfriend's twin brother.

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.

-which is where my hand is at the moment. That is, if the Cookie Jar is the school's notorious bad boy's back pocket with the whole school watching on. "What do you think you're doing?" "Er..." oneshot

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.

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

She sometimes thinks about him. But most of the time she doesn't. Because the thought of him brings back feelings and memories and promises that belong in the past, if only because they just hurt too much. Bittersweet oneshot. A summer romance.

I'd spent twelve years being your best friend, but that changed at age seventeen.

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.

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.

Kaetlyn Worthing died in what can be quaintly termed as a freak accident. As a wandering ghost, invisible to the world, she pours her heart out to a man with the most intense, hazel eyes. Problem? He's a 'ghostbuster'.

ONE SHOT. Remy's boyfriend Matt is perfect in every way except one: he has an infuriating best friend named Jack who just loves to bother her. "Do you think I find joy in the fact that all I can ever think about is you, no matter how hard I try not to?"

That's what I'm doing when I give her a smirk. Flirting. She thinks I'm just being cocky and arrogant. For such a smart girl, she sure is clueless when it comes to romance. Not that you could call what we have a romance. ONESHOT

ONE-SHOT The first time Tyler Harrison talked to me, he called me a fat, ugly cow. Being in kindergarten, I just cried and then socked him right in the face.

[ONE SHOT] I was the loser university student who still sat on Santa's lap at the mall. How was I supposed to know Santa was my age this year? After all, isn't St. Nick supposed to be an old, jolly fat man?

I was bored and he was bugging me, so I wrote this poem for pure silliness! You'll appreciate this if you write with Mircrosoft Word.

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

[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.”

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.

Everyone who has ever set fingers to a keyboard in an attempt to write a story or poem will identify with this. It's a slightly humorous look at the chaos we writers go through and the headaches we suffer in our attempts to make great literature. R&R!

.Revised 2009. Jack and Jill go up the hill to fetch a pain of water. Jack's a handsome preacher's son and Jill's a drunkard's daughter.