The epic Christmas party that started it all. In a house full of evil Harris progeny and more mistletoe than Santa can shake his fist at, there's nowhere for Adelaide to run.

He was quiet, brooding and closed off. He sat next to me every class, even following me when I changed seats. He never talked, never looked my way and if it weren’t for that damn Morrissey shirt, I’d have kicked his stalking ass. ONESHOT.

There are enough writing guides on this site to drown any novice writer (or experienced). But when it comes time for a writer to find a beta reader, nobody knows how to ask. This is a guide designed to give you a basic outline for your next beta request.

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.

Wendy the Waffle Girl is now Wendy the I-Couldn't-Give-a-Crap Waitress at a local Italian restaurant during the summer before college, and her quirky sarcasm seems to have caught the attention of cute coworker Vincent. He just might try to ask her out… but not if her wayward boyfriend Max has anything to say about it. /ONE SHOT & follow up to "Leggo My Ego"/

Pinstriped yuppie scumbag Felix Hern is scheming to get his greedy lily-whites on Sally's debt-ridden scrapyard. But Sally Sullivan eats snooty city-boys for breakfast. Or she would, if he weren't already all over her bacon. * Featured on A DROP OF ROMEO, SKoW WINNER - Round 12: Best MC portrayal (Judges' Pick), Round 13: Best lover's spat (Judges pick)& Best villain (runner up)

So, I threw a waffle at the biggest asshole in the school. He would have walked off without incident, but I just had to ask him, "Would you like some syrup with that?" ONE SHOT

ONESHOT. "Your mom wants me to impregnate you?" I pause. "Yes," I answer honestly. "She thinks you're dreamy and has deemed you well equipped for the job." Kent laughs. "Well that's true. I think I can be pretty sufficient in that area of service."

ONESHOT. "So...you ever feel third-wheelish around them?" "Just a bit, yeah." "Do you want to feel third-wheelish together?" "...Wouldn't that just make us a separate pair of wheels?" He smiles, "Exactly."

Spies, roommates, scars, MCATS, kisses, mafiosos. Trust me, it can ALWAYS get worse.

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

(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."

“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?

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.

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?

[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]

[ONESHOT] Charlie is a girl in a punk band, and Ink is a guy who dislikes girls in punk bands. Still, she has vivid threats involving piano wire prepared for whenever he calls her pet names, so maybe there's some room for exception in her case.

COMPLETE WITH EPILOGUE Amazing what occurs when witty bad boy Donovan makes a bet to seduce sarcastic good girl Piper. Follow the story of their intertwined existence through high school as lessons are learned and relationships forged. EDIT IN PROCESS

ONE-SHOT. Is it possible to meet your soul mate through graffiti in a public toilet?

ONE-SHOT. Ever fallen in love with a boy at a bus stop, who you've never talked to? (It's called bus-stop-boy syndrome.)