My Works
21 stories
Of Smoke and Dust 🖋 by littlest_nightmare
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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
A Shattered Song ✔️ by littlest_nightmare
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🥈 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 Lament of Flowers by littlest_nightmare
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On that fateful night in Godric's Hollow, the Dark Lord upholds his promise to Severus Snape...and it changes everything. (Or: In which Lily falls, because she has nothing left to hold on to except her dead child's corpse)
Control ✔️ by littlest_nightmare
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In which a five-year-old girl loses herself to the addiction of having absolute control. (Or: Where Lucy Kettle finds a genie in a bottle and sees nothing wrong with wishing for everyone to love her.)
Unfinished Stories & Other Random Ideas by littlest_nightmare
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WARNING: Any and all works that end up within this book have varying chances of ever being finished. They may also contain grammatical mistakes, depending on when I wrote it. If you feel like adopting a story, let me know and I'll either deny or accept your request - again, depending on whether I feel that I'll pick it up again any time soon. With all that said, please enjoy!
Lost ✔️ by littlest_nightmare
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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.
Survivor by littlest_nightmare
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Rosalie is the sole survivor of the fire that stole her family...and the guilt of it is drowning her alive. (In which Rosalie recalls what really happened the night her parents died)
Sharp Edges 🖋 by littlest_nightmare
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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..."
Nightshade Claws: A Writing Quest Prompts by littlest_nightmare
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Quick, two-thousand-word short stories based off of prompts created by @TheMythicalCommunity
The Quiet That Says More Than Words ✔️ by littlest_nightmare
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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)