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Title: I Can't Hang (new and improved)
Type: Original fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy, drama, religious
Status: Completed

Summary:

Kyle Strickland is dead.

He gets hit by a truck on his merry way home from school on a pleasant rainy day, and as he drifts out of his own life, he shuffles into an afterlife that he never even believed in. When he crosses paths with another bona-fide New York angel named Brady, things start to go to Hell even though Kyle’s technically bound for Heaven.

“Into each life, some rain must fall.”

You know…even if it’s the afterlife.

Excerpt:

“Now. You’re gonna shut up, you’re gonna accept the fact that you’re dead, and we’re gonna go up into Heaven and register you as an angel, and then I’m gonna talk some sense into you, and then you’re gonna fly around and enjoy the afterlife and I’m gonna regret ever doing this after knowing how mean you can be,” he whispered creepily into my face.

“Who are you?” I finally spoke, able to speak in a complete sentence rather than dumb stutters.

He let go and shoved me away. I turned around, staring at him, freaked out by the giant wings that hadn’t retracted yet. Feathers fell from them and gathered at his feet, but the wings didn’t go bare at all.

“Brady Della Porta,” he stated simply. “Dead at twenty-seven, July 31st 1986.” He paused to crack a smirk that had a hint of mischief in it. “Plane crash on my way back from Atlanta.”

I cocked my head, trying to process the information that he just gave me. “O…okay…but…why…why am I…”

“You’re dead, Kyle.”

Title: Curiosity
Author: wtf_barakat
Story Type: Fan-fiction (All Time Low)
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Drama, Teen
Status: Complete one-shot
Excerpt:

"Would you be mad if I kissed you?"

Jack could hear Alex sucking in a breath, probably out of shock. He could see the way Alex's eyes widened, the way his mouth twitched. The elder mumbled, "W-what? I thought y-you-"

"Alex." Jack spoke, cutting of the older male. "Your right, I was close minded. So I want you to do me a favor so I can make it up to you."

Alex looked tense under Jack's gaze. Every detail of the boy was on display, from the way his delicate eyelashes casted heavy shadows across his pink cheeks, to the way he was shifting closer to Jack ever so slightly.

Jack ignored the way his stomach made swooping motions and the way his heart beat uncontrollably when he looked the elder in the eye and said, "Alex, kiss me."

Title: He Smells Like the Ocean
Story Type: Fan-Fiction (Avenged Sevenfold)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance / Drama
Status: Active (slow updates)

Summary:

"What are you doing here, Ella?" Brian asked hotly, his eyebrows rising on his forehead. The pair stared at each other for a long time, his heated glare digging into her surprised one. Only after Matt cleared his throat uncomfortably did she start to speak.

Her gaze dropped, mousy brunette hair falling over her shoulders and in front of her face as she bit on her bottom lip nervously. Brian looked the same, but his personality was different. This wasn't the same Brian she had fallen in love with five years ago. This Brian was cold and cruel -- completely foreign. Sighing, she looked back up at him as a sad smile graced her lips, her tone no different than her expression.

"I came home."

Excerpt:

Tearing her eyes away from the man who once claimed her heart, she found herself admiring his friends from afar. They’d been your friends too, she had to remind herself. A tender smile lifted her features as she watched them toss around a volleyball, going back and forth, back and forth, their smiles so warm and inviting that she almost wanted to jump in with them and act like nothing had happened.

That, of course, wouldn’t be possible, but it was a comforting thought.

With a sigh, she turned her attention away, bringing it back to gaze at the endless ocean. Her fingers itched to capture the image and savor it forever, but she knew that she’d savor it more if she actually painted it. She made a decision to come back another day and do just that, when she had all of her painting supplies ready.

Ella brought her hands behind her to tighten the ponytail tied into her hair, letting her frown and her To Do list ruin what should’ve been a peaceful moment. After all, wasn’t that why she was here in the first place? To have a little peace before life caught back up to her? Ella knew that even during the nicest days, her mind would always be preoccupied otherwise.

Title: Can't Remember to Forget You
Story Type: Avenged Sevenfold fanfiction
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance & Comedy
Status: Active
Summary:

Ever since Wren Winset was a little girl, she's dreamed of performing on Broadway. She's driven and career-oriented, determined not to let anything get in the way of her dream. So when she breaks up with her long-term boyfriend, Wren is upset but not heartbroken. She is determined not to repeat her mistakes. But when a man with eyes the colors of emeralds stumbles into her bookstore, can Wren really say she's completely given up on love?

Brian has lived a satisfying life as a single guy in Huntington Beach. On a casual night when he goes out with some friends to a popular nightclub in L.A, he can't help but engage in his usual game; Who's coming home with Brian tonight? Setting his sights on a seemingly easy prey, an attractive young woman dancing with her friends and suggestively with unknown guys, he decides to make his move.

Liv Slade isn't the type of girl to give in to playboy ways, especially from Brian. She decides that she will teach him a lesson on how to treat a lady. As Brian wants her more and more, Liv in turn becomes his greatest torture and he is determined to make her fall for him.

Excerpt:

I found another copy of Othello in a box I had in the backroom. I'd barely handed it to the sweet old woman when I heard a crash near the back of the store, following by the surprised yelps of several customers. I groaned. What now?

When I made it to the back of the store, I was less than surprised to find the two gentlemen from earlier staring at the upturned box of books with wide eyes. "Is there any particular reason you're making a mess of my bookstore?" I accused. They both looked up at me. "Some of those are very old, and you're just knocking them onto the floor!"

"Sorry 'bout that," the taller one apologized, rubbing his neck. His eyes met mine, and I saw that they were the color of emeralds. "My friend here is really clumsy."

"Oh, that's a load of bullshit, Zack," the other one retorted. "You shoved me and that's why I knocked the box over!"

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "If you're not going to buy anything, would the two of you mind leaving?" I asked, and not nicely. "I'm already going to have to pick up this mess you made and I'd appreciate not having to clean up anymore."

"Yeah sure," the second man agreed. He turned and started to walk away, but stopped short when he noticed that his friend hadn't moved. "Uh, Zacky? She said she wants us to leave."

"Yeah, I know what she said, Johnny," Zack said to his companion. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

The man named Johnny turned to leave, and as he walked away, I heard him grumble something along the lines of, "...always chasing tail, jeez."

Once his friend had disappeared, the green-eyed man turned to me with a lopsided grin. He held out his hand. "I'm Zacky, just in case you missed that," he announced. His gaze flickered to his hand, which remained outstretched. "You're supposed to shake my hand, you know. It's polite." Glaring at him, I shook his hand. As I did, the medical bracelet on my arm caught the light from the outside and drew Zacky's attention. "Wren Olivia Winset," he read. "So your initials are W.O.W?"

"Yes," I responded curtly.

He cracked another smile. "So your initial spell 'wow'? Do people ever call you Wowzer? Ooh, or Wowza?"

"No they don't," I explained. "Just Wren."

"Well I'm gonna call you Wowza," he stated.

Title: Entwined
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre:Romance & Fantasy
Status:In Progress
Summary:



Juliette never expects to fail precalc, but she also never expects to end up in another realm stuck with a grumpy half-lizard guy. All she wants is to break the curse so she can return home. With an overbearing family and misery around the corner, does she really want to go home though?

Ayrie was content with being alone. He likes being alone. Alone means no one bothers him and he has to care only for himself. Ayrie is not the slightest bit concerned that Juliette becomes more dangerous in every passing minute. She will leave; they all leave and she is no different than the rest.

Juliette and Ayrie realize though that life is just full of surprises.

Excerpt:

Bright lights shower me in its glow. My hands run along a hard tile ground. Where am I? As my eyes adjust, I find myself lying on a stone floor with a thing standing over me.

Gasping, I try to push myself up, but my arms go numb and give out on me. “Where the hell am I?”

“That’s exactly where you are. Hell. My Hell, but the question is, why are you here?” His voice is deep and resonates throughout the rooms. His emerald reptilian eyes shine in the sunlight. Something behind him swishes back and forth; A tail?

“Wh—what are you?” My voice trembles as I speak. I try again to move my arms or legs, but they're paralyzed in fear now.

His gaze intensifies, which makes me shutter. A nasty snarl escapes his lips. “Answer my question!”

“I don’t know. One minute I’m in math class trying to figure out how I’m going to tell my parents that failing my test results in absolutely no possibility of taking Calculus and then I’m here and—“

“Silence!” The sharpness in his voice makes me jump and all at once I’m standing again. “I don’t care what you were doing before here. You’re in my castle, which makes you a trespasser. Trespasser’s are usually here to slay me, but you are puny; not even enough for a small meal.”

I gulp. “A meal?”

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Title: Others, They May Make Predictions
Story Type: Fan fiction (Taking Back Sunday, The All-American Rejects)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance & Tragedy
Status: In Progress
Summary:



Excerpt:

“I called Freddie last night and he told me that you live here still and I should just come over. He also suggested that I like, bring my guitar so we can have a little jam or something.” She pulls her cigarettes out of her pockets, offering him one as she lights up one herself. “You should give him a visit, see the kids and Elena for a bit and catch up with him. I know he misses you.”

Matt rolls his eyes slightly, hand picking up the ashtray before resting it on her thigh that the her leather skirt barely covers. “Maybe you could come with me.” When he used to suggest them visiting her older brother together she laughed at him but this time she just shrugs, “I’m sure he and Elena could use a night off.”

“Auntie Mallory and Uncle Mattie, the best babysitting duo to ever exist.” When she laughs, it comes out lazy and almost forced. “They’d like that. Say, do you know any Muse? I wanna play some Muse.”

He shrugs before sighing, “why are you really here again Mallory?” She sits up, stubbing her cigarette out with a frown on her forever red lips. “You’re here because you feel sorry for me, right?”

TITLE:: BLANKSPACE
TYPE: original fiction
GENRE: sci-fi, surrealism
RATING: G-PG
STATUS: new, in progress

SUMMARY:
Well, you see, I meant something once, very long ago in the kindling of the Universe. I was raised in fire, learnt to use it as I liked, I was taught to manipulate the ancient stuff that interweaves the cosmos and from it create everything that exists.

I'm alone now. My time is coming to a close; my thoughts are not as clear as they once were and I've lost my ability to invent. Life continues, but I cannot.

You will help me.

EXCERPT:
The room I stand in is cold, without light. It smells like window cleaner and plastic. One wall is a window; the other three are empty aside from a single clock and a sheet of stained printer paper. On the paper, a child's sketch of a girl and a man on top of a star.

That man is me. The child was a girl named Rianna and she's not alive anymore.

Title: Silly
Type: original
Genre: drama | teen
Rating: R
Status: active

Summary:
Four relationships, one house party, one night.

Excerpt:
“So what if I’m your teacher, huh?” I said quietly, pacing in the small space of the laundry room that I managed to fit in. “I’ll quit. I can go to another school. We can do this.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” her voice was soft, swinging her legs gently as she sat on top of the washing machine, watching me pace. “I’m a student. I’m not even eighteen yet. Don’t give up your life for me, please.”

“We can work this out!” I stopped pacing and turned to look at her. “Diana, isn’t this what you wanted for us? Do you not want me anymore?”

Title: Heartfelt

Story Type: Original fiction

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance | Tragedy | Teen

Status: Active

Summary:
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again. — Finn Butler

Excerpt:
“You don’t think I realise that?” mom responded, “I’ve tried to get Lucy to come out of her shell but she won’t, she’s still grieving.”

“I know but I just want her to be a normal teenager-”

“Open your eyes, Rob,” her voice began to shake, “Lucy is sick, she’s on a transplant waiting list, her best friend is dead, how can you expect her to be a normal teenager with all that on her plate?” I stopped eavesdropping at that point and continued down the stairs. I wasn’t about to sit there and keep on listening to my parents unknowingly remind me of all the horrible things this life of mine has handed me. I didn’t want them to continue bickering over me either; nothing drives parents apart like stressing over their sick child.

Title: Earth to Me
Story Type: Original fiction
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy | Fantasy | Teen
Status: Active! Updates every Sunday and Wednesday.

Summary:
I used to think the world was working against me. Turns out, the whole universe is on my tail. (Sequel to "Generation Why Bother")

Excerpt:
My hands were folded firmly in my lap, and I realized that if I didn’t say anything, I would just be losing without a reason. “I don’t want you guys to babysit me.”

Seven pairs of eyes were locked on me at that second, perplexed expressions on everybody.

“Babysit? What?” Chance said, crossing his arms.

“We’re not babysitting you, Oshie,” Anthony reassured me. “If we were babysitting you, you wouldn’t have any control over anything. We’re just making sure you don’t get hurt, okay?”

“But that’s the thing, I can’t control it. If I could, I wouldn’t have almost killed us just n-now.” It was a valiant effort, but my voice finally cracked. And when it did, everything else just shattered – the dam in my eyes broke down and I finally let out one big, pathetic sob. It was horrifying.

Title: Snowfall
Story Type: Fan fiction
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Sumarry: During the war winter grew longer and colder. It was snowing the day I lost my partner.

Excerpt: During the war winter grew longer and colder. It was snowing the day I lost my partner. I remember what she said to me that morning before we continued our mission. She gave me a cocky smirk, and as she was holstering her gun she said, "Try to keep up with me, Tiger." "Tiger", I hated that nickname. Reminded me too much of the "Flies." I never told her, though. We all needed to have a certain level of human familiarity. Figured I'd let her keep that.

Title: Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed
Story Type: Original
Rating: Mature - NC17
Genre: Werewolf
Status: Active

Summary:

Ella can only run so far before the lies catch up with her.

Excerpt:

“What’s her name?” Kinsley tried steering the conversation in another direction.

“Ella Byrd, of the East Holland Pack,” he told them.

“East? What’s she doing all the way up here in the North?” Roland questioned.

Brayden hadn’t thought of asking before. He didn’t really care because he wasn’t letting her go anywhere.

Title:Hard Habit to Break
Story Type:Original Fiction
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance / drug addiction
Status: Active

Summary: I used to do this for the thrill.

Excerpt: [from chapter 5]
We were standing in the all white office that I had been in hundreds of times before—it was my office—but the presence of Hadley had me feeling uneasy. I swallowed as I looked from one of my closest friends to the two scantily clad women who sat on the couch—it was also white—the coffee table was cluttered with various bottles of liquor and wines. There was piles of drugs scattered around which made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a while—guilt; Hadley was not supposed to see this. I turned to look at her and instantly smiled at the worrisome look on her face; she was precious and I was tainting her.

Title: The Uprising
Type: Original Fiction
Genre: Young Adult Dystopian
Status: Chaptered/Incomplete/WIP
Rating: PG-13

Summary:
It is 2025. The Creed controls everything. Peace reigns after the War of Words. Music has been banned. But, there has been rumours of the rise of The Mus.

Excerpt: Unposted chapter
No one really said the words, but an execution was never the normal response to a crime. For any crime. Usually the most extreme crimes were punished by banishment. Nobody wanted to leave the City. Not safe. They called it the Wilderness for a reason, after all.
 
“Do I get a final request?”
 
Daniel’s lips twisted in a sour smile. “You want a priest?”
 
“Haha. Very funny, Daniel.” He shook his head. “I think you know what I want.” He met the Commander’s eyes with a meaningful look. Daniel stared back at him then nodded tightly.
 
“That I can get you.”
 
Lachlan managed a smile then he lay back on the cot again. “Can I sleep now?”
 
The Commander chuckled. “Knock yourself out.”

title: fragility
type: original.
rating: pg-13.
genre: romance, war.
status: updated regularly.
summary: in the early days of world war ii, an english princess living with her abusive, overprotective uncle attempts to keep her fragile world from unraveling.
except: He said something, but I couldn't hear it. Then I felt him pull me to him forcefully, so I was trapped. I could hear his heart beating -- thumpthump, thumpthump -- calmly against my ear, while mine sped. My breath caught in my throat, as he kissed my right temple and said, "My fragile princess."

That was it. That's what he called me -- his 'fragile princess'. I was small, weak, naive, as delicate as the thinnest glass, too soft to do anything on my own. I didn't know or understand the intimate, inner workings of the world or the people within it. My decisions were hastily made for me; there was always a hand within reach, to help me down the stairs or to choose what to wear. Men with guns were, too, within reach, paid handsomely and ordered to protect me with their lives. Meals were always taken with others. I was never to be left alone, not for a moment, or I'd die of solitude. But all of this, as I'd often been told by outside forces, was done out of pure love and dedication.

Title: 21st Century Cure
Story Type: Fanfiction
Rating: R(For language, situations, and possible adult conduct)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Status: Asctive
Summary: The Opera is over, now only questions remain. What will this Largo children do? What happened to Shilo? What will GeneCo do next?
Excerpt: "If you're watching this, dear Shilo, then the opera did not go the way I planned. I wanted to tell you all of this in person, but this will have to do. There was a secret. A secret Nathan did not know, but it should have been the most obvious of all." Two images flashed on the screen, side by side. One of Shilo with confusing colored lined. The other was Nathan, with a completely different pattern. The images remained long enough for Shilo to study before Nathan's face was replaced with Rotti's. Unlike Nathan's, some of the lines matched perfectly with the girls. "Nathan was not your father, Shilo. I, myself, became aware of this only days ago when Pavi collected some of your DNA in secret." The hologram Rotti paused to the let the information sink in. "The will I held today was for show. In the bag next to you, you'll find the actual will, naming you as GeneCo's true heir. Do with it what you will." Shilo peered into the bag, seeing the paper as well as multiple tubes. "I hope you make the right decision, my dear." The hologram dissipated just as the limo came to a stop. The driver opened Shilo's door, and she peeked out slowly, clutching the bag to her chest. The GeneCo building loomed over her as a million questions assaulted her brain, though only one kept circling.

Could she really do this?

Title:Hanging Tree.

Story Type:Fan fiction
Rating:R
Genre:Romance, SciFi, action
Status:on going
Summary:Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
They strung up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

She was lost trying to find her way.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where I told you to run,
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

He was lost and out if control.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
Where dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Can two broken lost souls, find and fix each other?

Excerpt:He leaned back in his chair and stared her down. "You see I would take that duct tape off your mouth, but to my knowledge you're dangerous without it." She leaned back as well and smirked under the tape.

Her mouth wasn't the only thing that was dangerous.

Slowly she held up her hands and raised her brows, she wiggled her wrists in the cuffs and then tilted her head to the side. With the smooth quick motion, the cuffs clattered onto the table as she removed the tape from her mouth.

"You have no fucking idea."

Title:Piece in Our Time
Story Type: Original Fiction
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance, Time Travel, Historical
Status: on going
Summary:
"Sing me a song of a lass that is gone...
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun...
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone...
Say, would that lass be I?
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye."
-Skye Boat Song Outlander Theme

Eva Bunchenan, a WWII nurse is taken from her time of 1941 and some how placed smack in the middle of the 8th century, in Scandinavia! When she wakes she is towered over by a very rugged looking Viking. Will Eva be able to get back to her own time? Will she even want to?
Excerpt:
" Eva’s white cap had fallen some time ago through all the pushing and shoving through the throng of people looking for loved ones or calling for help. Eva squinted her eyes at the high pitched sound and before she could scream she was launched back, almost as if in slow motion the world moved around her. The hospital fell to pieces shards of glass and brick flying past her head as she flew through the air. People being pulled back by the blast and as she hit something with the force of a thousand naval ships slicing through the ocean, Eva’s world went black."

Title:From Eden.
Story Type: Fan-fiction
Rating:R
Genre: Fantasy, drama.
Status: Active.
Summary: Lyrics from Ed Sheeran's "Make It Rain".
Excerpt: I suppose I was one of the lucky ones. Instead of Christina and Jacob turning me over to be a ward of the state, they went and officially adopted me. I went from being a newborn baby found on a doorstep to Delilah Faye Baybrook. Within a year, Christina fell pregnant with their first biological child, my sister Laura. Three years later came Jacob’s pride and joy, his only son, Henry. And ever since then, I slowly stopped getting the hugs, the kisses, the “I love you”’s, everything. My parents lights began to dim on me and shine on my younger siblings. But I guess that happens with every family dynamic. The oldest gets ignored while the youngest seemed to be favored by the parents. In my case, it was more prominent seeing I was of no biological ties to Christina and Jacob. It just said on a piece of paper they were my parents.