A young girl, no older than ten, is found in the possession of a monster—a man who had held her captive, torturing her, neglecting her, raping her. She is a wild child, a child so neglected and abused she never gained the capacity of speech. But, she is not entirely human. This is the story of her rehabilitation.

When the music stops, whoever falls is evil. Anastasia kills who she deems evil with her violin. When she saves Bee, Bee wants to join her. Bee is taken into a spiraling world filled with love, mental illnesses, and murder. The killings are justified, right? When things get out of control between the two, whoever falls is evil. Because when the music stops, we all fall down. F/F

At West-Field Academy everything is not what it seems, most people think it's a school for talented students, but in truth it's a school for Hybrids who want to become Slayers to keep the balance between Immortals and Humans in check...Something always seems impossible.

It was his destiny to become death.

Sent to juvenile detention for a crime he didn't commit, sixteen year old David finds a cellmate that is going to open his eyes to far more than he ever imagined. Hopefully, the lessons he learns will let him survive when he inadvertently makes enemies he even he never suspected are going to want him dead. Rated Mature for language, and some content.

I created my own branch of Satanism. All religions begin as ideas in mortal minds, so why not create your own?

I listen to too much epic fantasy metal, so I wrote this song/poem/story/thing.

Okay, so maybe becoming a cross-dresser to get into a boy band wasn't the best idea ever. Scratch that, it was a terrible idea. But when I saw that poster in the mall for auditioners, I just couldn't resist. So I decided to give being in a boy band a shot. Good job me...except for the part that I was a girl. [HIATUS]

Unseen, Unheard, Unwanted.

Caution: This isn't for you.

Ivy's adventures in personality disorders, anorexic best friends, closeted gay boys, dysfunction and all around awesomeness.

"This," Andrea says, "is a gun." She smiles. "For those of us more special than others."

Once upon a time there was a boy name Mike who liked to count the bones in his rib cage through his shirt.