Julia leads a modern life, in an aging universe, but she has become tired of the lack of 'true contact' which ignorantly runs through others. Feeling trapped in her own dot, Julia faces a mission: putting a full-stop onto society's moral lacking is a challenge, but she's got her own bot-hero personalizing some parts o...
[✓Completed] After disease and nuclear warfare decimate the world population, 17-year-old Nadia is sure she's the last person left on Earth. Then one night, she hears a voice on her radio and everything changes. But as she and her new-found companions unravel the mysteries surrounding their survival, they soon realize...
It's my first story so far. I hope you would find some interesting..... This story tells the supernatural...! It conveys in all the known dimensions past, future, present and the fourth one which is still a paradox for modern science(they should check ancient manuscripts) plays a protagonist. Sameer is a for...
14th February, 2015. Kiara is gifted a box of presents which contains the most thoughtful gift anybody could get for her, a Hogwarts acceptance letter from her boyfriend, Karan as she was obsessed with the fandom ever since she was 11. Apart from that, the box includes other things that leave Kiara speechlessly into t...
Children shouldn't have to play with IV lines attached to the back of their hands. But they do. Cancer made it so. Here are some stories of some of those brave kids I have met in some of those playrooms. To be honest I never wanted to able to tell these stories. I didn't want to have a reason to go into those rooms...
A Tale of a pair of Swans blissfully in Love, their separation, their pain, their resolve, joy celebration and off course the Moon and the Lunar tides (afflictions). An epic fictional tale in the poetic form, a tale that every soul in love, can relate to :) Hope you enjoy reading it .
Now in trade paper and for all eReaders at Amazon and Smashwords! An old man dies in a very public and very strange suicide-or was it murder? Jeff Cramer has to figure out which, and quickly. Nothing about this case appears normal, and it could get very dangerous, very quickly. This novelette rose to #4 in Science...
A collaboration from my partner @cutedaisy19 and I consisting of Urdu/Hindi poems along with their English translation. A little, humble effort with the hope that you guys enjoy it!
Dua is an invisible weapon of a believer. Its an amazing exchange. You hand over your worries to God and he hands over his blessings to you! No dua ever gets unanswered..If not answered in this dunya,my brothers and sisters you shall be given something in the hereafter in exchange for them..Aint it amazing?SubhanAllah...
Loneliness is a painful word and being alone is more difficult situation.. Sometimes we cry that we are alone and sometimes we want to be alone. "Alone" is a collection of poems of both positive and negative attitude... Enjoy reading poetry #157 on 25th June 2014 :) poetry #151 on 27th June 2014 ^,^ Spiritual #76...
Here's a Fear Street story exclusively for Wattpad. Would you like to be my writing partner?
A 2016 Compton Crook Award Finalist! Available in paperback and for Kindle at http://amzn.com/1507663684 Ken and Lu have repurchased the land that was cheated from his grandfather, and look forward to living happily ever after. But their dream is cut short when a shot-down alien space probe crashes on their property...
Hi, I'm Stephanie. You don't know me because I'm not alive. I live in heaven. These words of the book are parts of my diary. My holidays, when of summer 2002. I discovered my love, Louis. Who was death before me. Can love break walls? Can it travel? I've met many people in my journey, including the devil. 2002 has fli...
For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...
The library is usually quiet, but today, it is filled with commotion. I am huddled at my customary table with my computer and stack of books, determined to write. To be productive. I left home to escape the perpetual evanescence of my three children, who wake at eight o’clock each morning, dinging brightly like miniat...
