Daughter4254 used to think life in a community where art, music and names are outlawed would suffocate her creative spirit. Now that she’s rotting in a prison cell, she’s not sure her dying mother made the right choice when she entrusted her with the secrets of rebellion. Prison has given her plenty of time to relive every mistake and lose all hope. Her next stop is the MindWipe. Then she meets Thomas, a fellow inmate, who tells her stories of the mythical mountain colonies where people have names and the arts thrive. Together they plot an escape, knowing if they fail, they will die. Or worse, their consciousness will be taken by the MindWipe, leaving their bodies free for the government to use. When nothing goes as planned, Daughter4254 must choose between using her mother's secret to better the world she hates, or following Thomas to the quiet life of freedom she has always craved.

for #TAYGETSTHEGAY Ray gets the nay-from everyone. Standing at 6'1-and looking 6'0 due to his inexplicably horrible posture-lanky, awkward, shy, and gay Ray Wood ponders why every male has no interest in him. If he works up the courage to ask one out their only response is a swift overlook of his body, a dissatisfied lip curl and the tilting back of their head, and an "I've already got a boyfriend, sorry." His best friend Taylor is prepared to help him out. "The problem, Ray, is that you do not get the gay," she explained, pacing around the room as a military commander would while Ray sat on his bed, both his eyebrows raised up slightly and his hazel eyes holding both amusement and interest. "That's quite concerning seeing as you are gay-but we'll get to that later. The basic thing you need to understand is that your friend Tay gets the gay, which in turn will help you, Ray, get the lay, instead of the nay. Understand?" "Did you prepare those rhymes before you came here?" " . . . Maybe."

"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

Seventeen-year-old Reed had never believed in the concept of destiny and love, so when her best friend dragged her in a search for their "soulmates" one Saturday night, Reed knew it wasn't going to end well. She couldn't have been more right, seeing as: a.) Her best friend, convinced she had found her soulmate, disappeared with some random guy. b.) Said best friend had Reed's purse and the car keys, leaving her no choice but to accept said random guy's friend's offer to look for their missing companions together. c.) Said random guy's friend was annoying, arrogant, and recklessly impulsive. d.) Oh, and he was hot, too.

Every story needs a catalyst. For Wren Jamison, it was Walter Quinn. * * * * * Catalyst. Science will tell you it's a substance that speeds up change. So I looked forward to the day I would stop being a sleeping in, semi-seriously homeschooled, number one Dave Franco fan girl. But I never thought that day would come so soon, so quickly – and I never figured that Italian sports cars, designer clothes and an army of girls ready to claw my eyes out would come with it. And what exactly did I need to do to turn from a completely nutty nobody to the kind of person everyone kept their eye on? Simple. Just Add Walter. Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

｜Romance｜Mystery｜Thriller｜Fantasy｜ Four peculiar incidents. Three different teenagers. Two deliberate murders. . . . And one deadly secret.

aposiopesis [pron.: /ˌæpəsaɪ.əˈpiːsɪs/; classical greek: ἀποσιώπησις, "becoming silent"] is a figure of speech wherein a sentence is deliberately broken off and left unfinished, the ending to be supplied by the imagination, giving an impression of unwillingness or inability to continue. james attello is very good at reading people; this might be why he was placed in advanced psychology, a class that is usually very, very hard to get into. james, eager to please his professor, goes forward with an assigned project, even though he was, at first, a little bit unsure. his task is to create a fake identity on a website, interact with the people he encounters, and then reveal who he really is, keeping a journal throughout the process. but james didn’t expect to meet farah, a fellow user on the site. the two of them bond, in a way, and she shares her secrets with him, and she, unknowingly, coaxes them from him. the day james sends out the message with the truth is the day farah’s account goes missing. james, at first, thinks nothing of it, but, after a little while, begins to wonder what happened to farah, the girl who told him everything. so he does what any curious boy would do: make another account.

"Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments." Meet Anabelle, an inept overachiever. She's got the rest of her life carefully planned out. Get a high school diploma, get enough money from The Smokestall to go to college, and finally - get out of Milwaukee. Everything was going faultlessly, until he came into town. He's the guy with no emotions. No problems. No voice. Just music and an eecentric obsession with telling the truth. He doesn't fit Anabelle's lifestyle at all, so why does she feel so at ease with him? Suddenly, Anabelle's life gets too exciting too fast. She's forgetting all about the act she's been putting on with her parents, her overdue college applications, and most importantly: her future. With Alex, it's all about living in the now. Soon enough, Anabelle finds herself entering into a new world where she can be anyone she wants and she finds it a whole lot more invigorating than the world she's living in now.