Taylor Mooreland has more than her share of problems. Her mother's an irresponsible dreamer who's more interested in floating from audition to audition than she is in paying her bills. So, Taylor's got to keep the ship afloat, taking care of her little brother and working to help pay the bills while she's going to school. And if life wasn't difficult enough, now she's gotten herself into quite the mess with a guy who thinks she's a man.

After a rough Summer Alisha Easterly believes that it can only get better with the beginning of her Junior Year of high school... unfortunately sometimes what you want and what you get don't always coincide...

Leaving well enough alone should've been a saying Darren Hayes lived by. Unfortunately for him, her leaving him was never an option.

Professor Wilson is in the office late again grading papers. I wonder who'll stop by...

At some point, you'll have to eventually let your guard down.

A virtual wallflower for most of her life, what will Sasha do when she encounters the first man to ever make her want to be noticed? Dmitri is a man used to being surrounded by the most beautiful things, including women. Will he accept Sasha, a woman who is usually overshadowed by the beauty of her friends? Is he capable of noticing that while her beauty may not be as blatant, it should still be treaured? This is the story of a wallflower and the man she loves.

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Quitting love is never easy; no matter the situation. That saying seems to follow Jake Ryder in the once vibrant form of Sierra Lewis. The cycle doesn't seem to stop, or maybe he just doesn't want it to.

It all started when they met in college, and she discovered his secret.

Shanna's car craps out on her in the middle of now where.  In all honesty her poor planning is what has got her into this predicament but the rude yet goregeous guy that  is helping her out of has something about him that she just can't shake.

College student Rory Daniels has a problem, and it isn’t how she’s going to pass her final exams.

You see, she can do this thing where she can manipulate objects… and other things, and as far as she knows she’s the only one who can. So when she’s forced to use her powers at a crowded bookstore and attracts the attention of a fellow student, she’s anything but happy about it. When it turns out the student has no interest in turning her over to the government and actually wants, of all things, a double date, she’s pleasantly surprised. That is, until her date ditches her for her friend and she ends up stuck with his.

His friend turns out to be Victor Ryken. He’s tall. Built like a Greek god and has a set of the most memorizing hazel eyes Rory’s ever seen. And, oh yeah, he does nothing but infuriate her. After the date from hell, Vic has for some reason taken an increased interest in her and what’s worse… her powers light up every time he touches her. When Vic’s around her abilities go haywire and his presence marks the beginning of a string of unusual events. Suddenly, she’s become a person of interest to nearly everyone she meets and strange people pop up in her life that have her question her own weirdness. When Vic himself displays a whole new level of weird while saving her from an attacker, Rory ends up concluding one thing. 

Maybe she’s not as alone as she thinks.

When Joss begins receiving anonymous letters, she has her suspicions as to who might be penning the ominous messages.  But as the list of suspects grows, will she uncover the author’s identity or stumble upon a greater truth?  *A response to the Random Letters prompt.*

Response to the Made to Order challenge!

Love is kind, yet brutal. Warm, but so cold. Joyful, yet sad. 

While Riley waits for devastating news of one sort, she receives word of another.  Will she refuse to accept either, or surrender to the inconvenient miracle?

Formally Ashes, Ashes

Red flashing lights…

Heavy footsteps echoed through the deserted hallway.

Fire alarms blared...

Breaths lodged in throats as the search for survival worsened.

Pungent smell of death overwhelmed as the Z’s closed in...

Survival was futile now, running was the only escape; in this new apocalyptic post war world, living was no longer guaranteed.