977The Rusty Yellow Tricycle » There was a boy. Staring. His mouth was slightly open and his hand was still on the door handle as if he had just walked into the room. And he was really, really, really hot. Did I say really enough? But unfortunately, as soon as I processed how extremely hot he was, I also processed that I was still in my bra and lacy blue thong. No wings. More twists than a prezel factory. AH AU.

10Guide to writing an MR fic I'll like Read at your own risk; many will be burned, but something will be learned. *poet moment*

7Jealousy, Zomies and Swords » A oneshot of what can go wrong on Halloween night when you mix a Jace, Clary, and a horny teenage zombie together in an ally. Written for towers of alicantes October prompt.

309 All the pretty I can't see » Clary is rescued from her father when she is fourteen years old. Now at 16, can her new foster brother Jace help heal the wounds that never really closed, or is she too damaged to love again? All human. T for adult themes. AU.

6The color of the rain » 100 ways no one will admit they felt.

3 Poison ivy Dear Jace, This poem is for you. Love, Jace.

6 Actions speak louder » Just a couple dialogue oneshots that will involve putting various character pairings in potentially awkward situations. Lots of suggestive content with no confirmation; I will tell what REALLY happened at the beginning of each new chappie. R and R!

4 Y o u & ME Clary to Jace, or Alec to Magnus, Or Simon to Isabelle.

5 Because A poem that Clary wrote to Jace the night she died.

1 In flames Third person observation of when Alicante is burning. Poem. Love, playing. *3rd place for best poem in the mortal Instruments awards. Yes, I know I wrote it, but I wrote 75 percent of the poems that were published in 2011, so, yeah*