It's Nora's last summer in Alaska and she has some major decisions to make. A photo shoot in the wilds of the state lead her into a bunch of trouble. Her only hope lies with a werebear who had better things to do than look after a lost little human. No matter how appealing she is to his inner animal.

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.

I'd bought the bookshelf myself, had carried up three flights of stairs, and I wanted to put the darn thing together on my own. But how could I resist willing assistance from the boy who literally lived next door? Oneshot.

The only thing Quinn hates more than ski trips is blood. So what happens when an injured snow boarder needs her assistance? Complete fluff. Oneshot.

What's a girl to do when she's in a crunch, wearing nothing but scandalous lingerie? Certainly not trust the guy responsible for the recent disappearance of her diet soda. Oneshot.

This is how all horror movies begin. A young woman is alone in a house. The phone or doorbell rings. There's scratch at the window. A shadow moves. She's trapped and no longer alone. She's destined for destruction. Delilah looks down at her jean shorts and tight black tank top; she's certainly dressed for the part of murder victim number one. Damn it. ONE-SHOT

He thinks she's captivating. He also thinks it's unfair she's so captivating since he's sitting there without her even noticing his existence.

As her best friend, Dennis had the responsibility of protecting her from oblivious, undeserving morons. "Despite your… quirks, you're someone anyone is lucky to know. If he can't appreciate that, then good riddance." Sun appreciated the irony of the situation and had to laugh loudly. "Thanks, Dennis."

At the age of nineteen, Iris has finally done something irrevocably stupid and cliché: she got drunk at a bar on Halloween. While usually this would be of no consequence, she would eventually get home, go to bed and forget this evening ever happened. Instead, he happened. Running away seems like the best option. Too bad he seems to have other ideas.

I had known Elliot Sinclair since I was 10 and never felt any compulsion to get naked with him. What could possibly have happened last night to change that? I prodded my sozzled mind for an answer, but none was forthcoming. **Removed and now available on Amazon and Smashwords!**

On September 11, 2001, four planes were hijacked by terrorists. Three of them reached their targets. One did not. This is the story of the passengers aboard United Airlines Flight 93. One-shot. Historical fiction.

One Shot. What's the point of being mildly magical if no-one, not even your deliciously handsome best friend, appreciates it? Especially when said best friend has invited you to meet his new girlfriend under the strict instructions that you're not to be weird...

Jace spread his arms. "I'm right here, Lex." My heart skipped a beat. "Uhm, no thanks, you probably have cooties and other diseases." Jace, man-whore that he was, was one of my best friends, not to mention my house mate. So falling for him probably wasn't a good idea, right? Shit. This is why I needed a dog.

It was a myth that a leprechaun leaves a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. My granddad left a message for me to find this pot of gold, so I went to unearth the damn money and instead found the greatest gift God has ever made: a naked Irish man in a pond. And baby, he was definitely at the end of the rainbow. One-shot.

Julia Roberts was laughing at me, Renee Zellweger was squinting at me, Sandra Bullock was smiling for no damn reason and all the while I'm trying to wrestle a zombie apocalypse movie out of my second best guy friend's hand and convince him that romance movies are not a waste of time. Just a normal Saturday night at the video store, really...

"Please, just get me out of this damn catsuit!" Matt slowly pulled the down the zipper, stopping just above my hips. "Um, Iz" He stuttered. "You don-you don't have anything—" It was then that I remembered I was only in my bra and underwear. OneShot.

ONE SHOT. He's funny. I'm funny. You'd think we'd go together, right? Wrong. He's hot. I'm not. And that's my dilemma in a nutshell. It's hard falling for a guy that wouldn't be the least bit interested in you. *Nominated for Best One-Shot SKoW round 12*

It should have been the best summer ever: a six week tour with my choir through six major cities in Europe. Sounds amazing, right? I thought so too, until I remembered who was going with me: Kurt Matthews, my obnoxious, infuriating nemesis. Oh joy.

"That's all fine and dandy," I said, hating the way my voice sounded - as if I had a nasal condition, or allergies, or something to that effect. "But right now, what I really need is the nurse. Or an E.R."

She's just the sweet girl who sells cupcakes. He's just the charming guy who buys them. She has a crush. He has something up his sleeve. Pure, unadulterated, happy, non-dramatic fluff. rated M for some language and some, yknow. Some eventual schmex.

Hello, my darling friend, you're probably having wild monkey sex with your husband to be. But I just want to let you know that his prick of a best man stood me up...again. Oh by the way, he's now standing outside my house three hours late with my handprint on the side of his face and if he keeps yelling out there I'm going to kick him in the balls...Call me, Love you.

ONE SHOT "I was going to harass that boy like there was no tomorrow until I saw his adorable cheeks turn red." ADoR Star Cross'd Challenge Prompt *Runner Up/Reader's Pick for Best Challenge Response SKoW*

His fingers started fumbling with his belt and he began to slide his shorts down his legs. "Fletch!" I looked away. "What are you doing?" He laughed. "I can't go swimming in my clothes now can I?" One-Shot.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Well, not all the time. I mean I named this one Jewel because I bedazzled her when I first got her, so she's all shiny and glittery – like jewels." I said, and then looked at him. "Don't judge me, okay?"

Aiden's been Ava's best friend since the first guy she went gaga for - which was one hundred and twelve guys ago. But the latest man of interest is actually proving to be promising...or is he? Time for Aiden suck it up and time for the nice guy to win.

ONESHOT. "You're kind of great too." He said at last, leaning even closer so his beautiful eyes were all I could see. "In fact, I like you quite a bit."

ONESHOT. What's the cut-off gap where a girl is allowed to like someone younger than herself without losing her mind over it? Never mind. Amelia was pretty much doomed from the moment he said hello.

ONESHOT. She's the kind of girl who will kick you in the groin for suggesting you're attracted to her. Luckily for her, he's not the kind of guy who lets that stop him.

One night, Bryony Bennett had her first real kiss and a lot more taken from her, and from no less than Darren McFadden, her older brother's best friend, who she'd been in love with for, oh, only the last five years. *Three-shot*

"Alright, what's going on? Where is everyone? And…why the hell is Santa sitting on our couch?" And let's not forget the two unasked questions: Who was this mysterious Santa and why was I finding myself attracted to him. That's not creepy at all, is it?

You can stand there with your scowly face, your authorative red shorts, and your man muscles, but I am not taking off this jacket. One Shot. Rated for minor language.

James has liked Emma for as long as forever. Ok, a little exaggeration never hurt anyone. But will he finally have the nerve to do something about it?

Abby gave up her virginity to her boyfriend, to make sure he stayed faithful to her. When that didn't help, Abby was heart broken, and ran away. During this time she meets Davidson, a boxer in training, who quickly becomes her life-line into a new life.

What he'd done for her had torn them apart, and she'd never forgotten about it. Neither did he. And now he's out of jail and determined to take her back. She never stood a chance. Werewolves.

What happens after the world ends? "It's you and me. Just you and me." His hands framed her face, holding onto her, and she nodded. "Just you and me," she whispered and she was so relieved that out of everyone left in the world, he was hers.

Bailey is a talented art student who's struggling in one area: human anatomy. Although never her friend before the answer might be science, in the form of pre-med student Ason. Rated for language & sexual content.

So his friends abandoned him with this crazy-amazing girl and he was utterly defenseless. Those monsters! Oneshot.

In a fit of sudden heroism, Miriam Porter saved a little girl from certain death. But the girl turned out to be the president's daughter. So now who's going to save Miriam from falling in love with the president's sexy son? Oh, shenanigans...

First I drop the phone, then I blurt out stupid stuff without putting her on hold, and then I forget to get an address. She was beautiful and I was an idiot. Could my luck get any worse? ONESHOT

Tyler wasn't here anymore. I was going to a bar, I was going to get drunk, and I was bringing home a man. Only Matt wasn't it. And definitely not Derrick. Is anyone going to be enough? ONESHOT

"What's this? A checklist from some girl magazine?" Kent mused. "It's none of your business." There's no way I'm explaining it's a checklist Cam wrote to make me realize my feelings for Kent. Which is ridiculous because I'm NOT in like with him. Twoshot.

An everyday camping trip turns into a nightmarish adventure for a girl when she angers those who live in the Wood. She finds herself a slave to a King and even more dangerous warrior.. but sometimes things are not always as they seem as she soon discovers

'Dear Pip, Firstly, don't freak out. I know you've just tipped four dolls' heads out onto your bed and they're probably giving you the major creeps. Bear with me, there's a point to this.' One shot, ADoR prompt.

Camille Young was always told happy endings only occurred in fairytales. She never believed them until Xander McKnight proved them all right. *ADoR Prompt*

Ally, it turned out, was really bad at one night stands. Luckily Tom didn't seem to mind. One-shot, het. Rated for language and 'off screen' sex.

I didn’t even glance up until I heard the whispers. And when I did, boy was I surprised. She was blue. And not in the figurative sense, like OMG she’s like soooo sad. Fuck no. She’s blue in the literal sense. Her hair was a striking shade of cobalt.

-'TINY'. That's what Chase finds scrawled across a post-it stuck on his genitals after a one-night stand. The moment Lauralee Collins walked into the picture, he knew that she would wreak havoc on his life... and heart. ONESHOT

I realize I'm a new girl transferring in senior year, but is abandoning me at a carnival really necessary? One shot

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.

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.

TWO SHOT. Maybe random kisses from strangers in the middle of the high school cafeteria... weren't all that bad.

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.

ONESHOT.“Well, what else am I supposed to think!” I yell. “You barely talk to me anymore, you have secret phone calls, you sneak out at night, and you come back smelling like perfume!”

Claire's feelings towards her best friend Ian aren't just platonic anymore, that's for sure, but it'll take this year's disastrous Fourth of July barbecue to prove that to her. Now, if only he'd stop flirting with her so much. Revised-ish. SKoW Challenge!

“So I take it I’m not getting any tonight?” That WOULD be the first thing he says to me when he finds out we're locked in a room together. So even with "No" for an answer, how is it I find myself in bed with him, falling harder with every passing second?

Before he could reply, I cut him off— “I can see you’re not wearing khaki pants.” They say you only find love once you stop looking. It’s too bad I’m not very good at boy-fasting. //One-Shot//

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//

So he’d been around forever, taking on the big brother role and sheltering her from the evils of the world. Could one stormy night alone in her bedroom really change all that? One-shot.

He was eager. She was bewildered. He was a little dorky. She was a little nerdy. Oh how cold Canadian love can be! **ONE-SHOT**

“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 was a 6'2" tall boy, wearing a dark brown v-neck sweater and blue jeans. His dark crimson hair was messy as always, and his pale skin looked gorgeous with his grey eyes. Oh, I should teach my eyes not to stare at the Adonis long... ONESHOT CHALLENGE

It's all repetitive ritual, life and religion, until one day a man walks into Daphne's life and everything about him is just so different. He's angry, deaf, and associated with the one person who hurt Daphne most. So why is he so selfless with her?

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.

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.

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.

It's funny how the smallest things turn your life around. But nothing—especially people—is ever what you expect. -Oneshot-

[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?

[One Shot] The day started normally. However, at precisely 7:52am in the middle of a school hallway, I suddenly found myself pinned against the wall and kissing James Whitaker, the hottest guy on campus. And did I mention that he tastes like peppermint?

She stuck her hand in the back pocket of his jeans. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" He smiled and slid his own hand into the back pocket of the shorts she was wearing. "You'll have to try harder than that." It's funny what games become. -Oneshot-

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

[COMPLETE] He was my ex boyfriend's current girlfriend's ex boyfriend. Apparently that's the biggest reason why we should never be associated with one another. But too bad neither of us cared about the morals of society.

He hit me. Well, not so much hit me as fell into me and knocked me down. My ego was bruised. . . along with my head. Yes, it hurt. He kissed me! Well not so much kissed me as ran into my neck with his mouth. Oh great, now I'm stupid. COMPLETE!

A girl with a disfigured appearence has given up on ever being loved, but a holiday at the beach changes all that...

“… Samuel Adams.” “As in the beer?” I asked curiously. “As in the beer,” he affirmed. “Also as in the Samuel Adams who signed the Declaration of Independence, but hell, all we know is the beer.” Oneshot.

When modern-girl Sydney is thrown backwards in time to France in WWII, she struggles with dangerous times, dangerous people, and a delightfully dangerous soldier named Jack O'Leary.

The story of how Madison Channing met Alec Kincaid, the Scottish warrior that she came to know and love. A short story. Read it if you want to, review it if you can, flame it if you have a reason and enjoy!

That day was absolute hell, which meant the morning after could only be described as heaven. A short story.