For the first time in his life, Cy was in a courthouse for reasons other than a field trip. As a fine suit pinched his muscles, he could feel the discomfort of everyone around as well. A surprisingly youthful judge looked over the crowd. Finally, the slamming of a gavel snapped the tension. Or rather increased it. Words were vomited from the judges mouth. Spit out like spoiled milk. Claiming that I was now in custody of my mother-forever. The last he would hear of his father was screaming. "I don't want to" "Smile, Cy." "NO!" Aer grasped Cy's face, digging her long nails into his cheeks. "Smile." She said once more, forcing the sides of his mouth up. "STOP! I QUIT!" "No quitting." Aer thrust the serrated knife into his cheek. Unfortunately the pain was not enough for his mouth to go numb. Cy was just writhing there, stifling a scream and forced to take this foul concept as a lesson. He watched his crimson blood trickle down his face. The face of agony. **I want to give a huge thanks to the writer who has helped me so much with the development of this story, and ultimately thought up the title. (I was of no help). Thank you, @littlest_nightmare . I would also love to credit my cover designer, @IndigoKnight , who has pursued their passion and was very open to making small edits to my requested cover. My cover came out within a day and I love it! I really hope you take their cover shop into deep consideration. ***Not recommended for ages under 10.

Leonie is dead, but she isn't gone yet... ___ There are two beginnings to this story. With one comes the promise of dust and ashes, of flickering flames and tendrils of smoke reaching up to the heavens. The other brings with it an ordinary sidewalk and two ordinary girls, playing in the sun and bonding over beetles. These two tales are connected, a string of manipulations and choices that lead to one girl trapped behind a glass window as fire licks at her feet and another girl hidden away in her own churning, broken mind. It leads to betrayals. It leads to bonds so strong they'll never break. And Death. Everything leads to Death in the end... ___ When thirteen-year-old Maia Owens retreats to her room, refusing to speak with anyone but her best friend, Leonie, there's certainly cause for concern. But when you add in the fact that fact that Leonie is dead - and has been for two weeks - it sparks something terrifying. Maia's parents are convinced that Leonie is a hallucination conjured by grief. Maia is equally sure that Leonie has come back from the grave to give her a second chance. But why would she need that chance? And what really happened the day of the fire that took Leonie's life? As the weeks pass and Leonie doesn't go away, Maia becomes certain that Leonie wants something from her, and she's desperate to deliver. But reality is not always what it seems, and as facts and falsehoods begin to blur, the truth becomes harder and harder to grasp. Time is ticking. Maia is losing herself. And one among them can't accept that it's too late to change the past. Cover credits go to @DaneAndKnight and @TheMythicalCommunity ** updated once a week

in which a mourning girl called kasia meets a cheerful girl called marlie, and the two, against all odds, find some solace in each other. (until it's all ripped away again, because life is not a fairy tale)

In which a young girl called Melody slowly falls into a web of deceit. (A Shattered Song one-shot)

a small poem about the monsters we pretend don't exist.

🥈 The Strawberry Milkshake Awards On August Fifth 2015, a tragedy struck the small town of Whispering Hollow. Six-year-old Melody Singer entered the woods near her house and never emerged. She went alone...but why? Years later, her cousin, Evelyn, still can't forget what happened...and nor can she let it go. She's hunted for Melody for as long as she can remember - but what can a thirteen-year-old do that the police can't? Unless, of course, it isn't a matter of Evelyn finding Melody...but of Melody finding her. Because this is no ordinary disappearance. Someone is pulling puppet strings. A sickness sweeps an obscure population. And some people aren't who we think they are. Cover credits go to @cherryreh and @TheMythicalCommunity

The sound pierced Emi's ears like all the sounds in the world could not even be compared to it. The memory of her riding a bike for the first time popped into her head, then vanished. Soon other memories began disappearing from her mind. Something crawled into her ear. Something dangerous. Something evil. Something corrupted.

Three things are known: 1) On April 2nd, 2:34 PM, the body of fifteen-year-old Essie Hatch was found floating face-down in Lake Adara 2) Essie, the captain of her swim team, drowned in foot-deep water 3) Aria Blake killed her But why? _______________ Told in reverse, this story goes back in time to figure out what, exactly, made Essie's best friend resort to murder. "Not everyone is the hero of their story..."

I am nobody. Nobody is me. I have no story. No story has me. No secret magical powers, or school struggles. No crazy adventure that I go on. I'm not one of those stories. I am the story of nobody. Am I the story? Am I the nobody? Who knows. Other people have stories. I know that. Just not me.

Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer... ----- Two years ago, Amira Masons came back in the middle of a thunderstorm, pleading for her family to hide her. Two years ago, Amira saw something that other people desperately want- something they would do anything to get. Two years ago, Amira Masons forgot everything- either by choice or by something bigger. And now it's all coming back... In this new world Amira didn't choose to be thrown into, knowledge is everything, nothing is as it seems, and even those closest to you will betray you in the end. ------ Sometimes, it's better to forget... ------- The cover was made by @TheMythicalCommunity and @cherryreh Every amazing part doesn't belong to me.