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Brendon Shaw is a player, all his friends would agree. With his dirty blonde hair and green eyes, he was definitely attracted. So what happens when his parents get sick of Brendon's promiscuous behavior and threaten to disarm his inheritance?
Erin Nevis has always been the innocent girl, named...
By David Phillips
Enter the town of Fimlinburg and many of the unique inhabitants.
Stanly has run away from everything in his small town to california and now wants to start a new life no strings attached! Until he falls for a girl who is everything that he's not.
Conners University and Highschool. Is commenly called Conners Univerhighsity. Just like all, highschools and Collages, no one dates anyone not in their " LEAGE" but when the secret crushes, and looks, turn to after hour flings, and two timing, crossing paths could cause alot more trouble then...
A geek talks to a girl on a webcam.
By Hollehpire Nevermore
Just a song poem like thing that i wrote out of boredom :D
Poetry | Updated May 14, 2011 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
For Alex, coming home from tour was nothing special, really. Get back in the Condo, sleep a few hours more, order take out then go to band practice for the next Tour. But coming home this time was totally different. He met Stella. It started with a simple plan to keep her company while she...
It isn't cheating... but it sure feels like it.
Two friends and i wagged school and smoked some weed. I was just sitting back and listening to the conversations when i decided to get out my laptop and record it all. After half an hour this is what i had...
By Molly Stevenson
Alex, Zoeey and Carter all have something to hide,
And someoneâ€™s out to get them all, whatever it takes â€¦
Alex Seltorieâ€™s a suspect in a murder trial, Zoeey Henderson works as an after-dark stripper and Carter Montgomeryâ€™s a kleptomaniac shoplifter.
And an anonomas...
By Allie Apathy
I love the way you taste my pain.
By Risely B Riddled
I had a dream about weed being grown in my basement and told my mom...it turned out to be a memory from when I was five and walked in on my Uncle's gro-op operation.
By Fate Hates Me
Humor me! Write me a story of a novel. Either way.. It's your job to entertain me!
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...