"Over four hundred years ago, we were saved by a man named Adrig. In his glory, he ascended to power and called himself God. People believed him. Now he is long dead, but his government still reigns. They are protecting us from the world we live in, from each other, and even from ourselves." It's the same story every year. My name is Adrianna and I live in a world of no emotion, no individuality and no freedom. We all do. People know little of the lies they have been fed, of how much better life can be. It's easy to fall for the tales of Adrig. But I won't be fooled. I am a participant in the Pageant, like every eighteen year old girl must be. They say it's a duty; they say it's an honour. I know what it really is. I understand the truth. It is no more than a contest, and those who lose, die. What kind of world is this anyway? -Domed (Previously Pageant To The Death) ** SCIENCE FICTION #657 - FANTASY #794 (1 September 2014) Copyright © 2014 by Patricia West DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

Gorgeous cover made by @BamYouHaveAIDS :) Hi I got this idea from @icallringbearer the challenges are hers but the stories are mine :) feel free to comment with critiquing if you see fit :) Hi :) If you could please critique my story i would be so appreciative :) Hugo's dead and he's never coming back. Most people get over their brother in an instant. But not Laney Wilson. For a month all she's done is sit in her bedroom, thinking about the meaning of life and why it was Hugo not her. She doesn't think she deserves to live or get Macario (her best friends) affections. Because she wasn't there for Hugo. So, why should Laney? This is her story of redemption.

(Unedited.) "No matter how you try not to live in the past, sometimes the past lives in you." Erin Miller is a desperate author who doesn't pay attention to dates and romance. All she wanted is to publish her own story to fulfill her dreams. Spending her days and long nights in front of thick papers and a pen writing down all her thoughts. Then stopped after a few because she lacked one thing–inspiration. When a friend sets her up to a blind date with some random guy, she thought he will make her dream come to life. That with just one first look at him, she knew he is going to be the one who will make her write from her heart and not from her mind. A man named Sam Hall. Sam is like Erin too, dating doesn't interest him. But meeting Erin changed his perspective when he saw something different about her. Something that made him see life out of his comfort zone. Out to live life to the fullest, that life is meant to be hard but it isn't meant to be hateful. All seems perfect, but not everything have a happy ending. They separated ways and Erin moved away, leaving Sam behind. Until one day when they meet again, they were both a total stranger to one another. Literally. ********************** August 26, 2014; It's my third story! Enjoy! :) Text copyright © DaisyB, 2014 Advisory: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. © 2014 Back at One DaisyB All Rights Reserved ----------------------- cover by me :)

❝you looked like heaven, and I felt like hell.❞ in which an angel and a devil fall in love through bottles of vodka and a one night stand. ___ cover by @dentonvale_ (-:

The days are dark and tortuous for Pagatti and Lacy Aston. Every time their careless mother leaves them, Sander comes in and takes over. Screams, tears, and fear fill their time together, and it continues without any stop. However, enough is enough for Pagatti. She takes her sister in an attempt to escape and get some help. She drops her sister off at a friend’s house, and Pagatti becomes all alone on a park bench. That’s where Romelius Drake, a bitter man, plays his part. After hearing her story, he vows to help Pagatti and her sister. With the long road ahead, how can they deal with Sander and not let love get in the way?

When you fold a piece of paper, you're essentially changing the memory of that piece Under the dim light of my desk lamp, I took the square piece of fuchsia paper and laid it on the table. Flipping it over to the reverse blank side, I fished out a pen from the depths of my pencil case. Pen between my fingers, I contemplated writing what I really wanted to relay. My true thoughts. These meaningless feelings. Inhaling deeply, my hand quivered as I tried to control the strokes on the thin sheet of paper. "Please forget about this." I wrote, in minute handwriting. I then started to fold the paper up with my clumsy fingers. Over the reverse side I made a crease, over the inverse side I made a crease. I folded a corner, turned a flap inside out. I smoothed out the paper on the table, and finally dared to take a peek at what I had created. The end product I received was a horribly disfigured cherry blossom. Imperfect, ruined and ugly. Just like my imperfect, ruined, and ugly soul. -Cover background by Avwyn from Deviantart, all credit goes to the artist- -Cover edited by me-

(Thriller/General Fiction/Short story) Were you to photograph her you would not do so in color, but rather with the shades of in-between. Stark greys coated beneath the curve of her chin, pallid white daubed across her cheeks, her collarbones sinking into the black strokes of a silk shirt. She is a woman of few differentiating factors but many faces, many of which are not hers. You see, the photographer likes to live through the eyes of strangers. But she herself is more than just a photograph. And her story isn't only black and white. Her story is one that must be told through words instead of images, through reality instead of memory, and it is one that even she could not capture within a lens.

Social Studies, the subject where you learn about life and how we should be treating other people better. Where kids learn that the world out there is large and not all about them. When a class get a different type of project, what happens is not what you would all expect. People change and thoughts differ from what they once were. Secrets will be kept, secrets will be heard and things will certainly happen.

"C-Can you keep it a secret?" I spoke softly. "Sure. But I need you to do something for me." He answered with a hard look on his face. I'm in deep trouble. Maybe he will ask me to steal, smoke or even worse he will want my nudes! "Get your head out of the gutter. I just need you to go on a date with me." Oh, it's just a date. Wait what?! A date?! With him?! This will not end well and I could tell already. Because nothing good ever happens when it comes to Drew Romeo Knight. ** ** **

Long in the future, the human population has moved to a desert planet called Armegeddon. Two "common" thieves, Rogue and Lupa, are making their get away when they spot two people wandering the desert. Two children, actually. At first, they're just going to get them to the next city and ditch them. But then Rogue and the boy, Nicholas, share an experience that makes them stronger. So all the sudden, two criminals are helping two twins trying to find their parents.