Across the Universe
The charismatic, troubled Nixon O'Neil is on the run from a dirty, dark past that she can never seem to leave behind.…
All These Broken Pieces
This is not the story of the downfall of Colette Evans or the Northwood Shooting - but the aftermath. It is about the death, the doom and the mourning. It is about the whys and the could-haves. It is about the almosts and the in-betweens. It is about all the broken pieces she left behind.…
Blaire's Body
"The world is a bitter, bitter place, Greyson. There's nothing to do now except get over it." In the sleepy town of Avensgrove, everyone hides their secrets like jewels. They bury it behind fake smiles and pleasantries, and for the longest time - it has worked. And then Blaire DuMonte's body is found at the bottom of the lake. And a year later, her best friend holds five hostages captive in the abandoned DuMonte household. The secrets they've kept have began to resurface - and it all started with Blaire's body. Highest Rank: #19 in Mystery/Thriller & a Wattpad Featured Story…
The Truth About Girls: Wattys 2018
A pair of earrings. A pretty dress. A single question.That is how it starts. I remember the start as clearly as I do the end, with absolute and undying certainty that it's almost cloying to think about. I remember where I begin, and I remember where I fall apart - but everything in-between, the climax and the turning point, the hues that seep in and then bleed out, the essence of my undoing, all of that is hazy. It comes and goes in piecemeals and startling epiphanies, in hearsays and frozen snapshots of time. It exists as momentary lapses of memory - a flash of white light, the burn of alcohol, a mop of dark hair. It pieces together gradually with every small detail, and then crumbles at the revelation of more information. The truth about me is something that everyone seems to know, something that everyone seems to have an opinion on - whether it's a junior from school, or a bespectacled, beer-bellied journalist - everyone knows something. Every time I click an article or open Twitter, I see the vast and varying versions of how I came to end; some laughable and dimensionless, some nauseating and horrendous, but all of them heartbreaking. Everyone knows the quintessence of my destruction, except for myself. But if there is one thing I know, it is this.…
KAMIKAZE GIRLS
The Kamikaze Girls are out to play.Or at least, one of them is.…