"Power, strength, confidence. She's really something, isn't she?" Blaze asked, his countenance amused. People would also think and perceive her in the same manner. But they had no idea what she was actually feeling and hiding deep inside. Agony, grief, and hatred. With her usual personality, who would have guessed there was something darker inside of her? [ A/N: The following story contains content about violence, death, blood, and anything related to the mentioned topics. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. P.S. Strong profanity and grammatical errors ahead. Updating every Sunday at 12:00 a.m. (JST) ]

You being a new book, only to find that the main character is just as new to the story as you are. *art is not mine!*

A small town in Maine is plagued by an elusive and gruesome serial killer.

the first prompt from the august writing challenge by the.plottery on insta! i did a bunch of days for this but not all of them turned out good enough to post so. enjoy hsjfhsjd. prompt: write a scene between two characters in a hospital waiting room

After a ban of magic in neighbouring kingdoms spread far across the ocean to the small country of Veria, brutal witch hunts have plagued the land and witches local to it for over a century, only becoming more common as time passed on- the practice of magic becoming such a thing of taboo and stories... remaining witches live in secrecy and fear of the ruthless persecution of their people and one such humble witch is the young lone witch Erika Hartell from the remote village of Asul. Despite the fear of hunts, Erika continues her late grandmothers legacy of making magic based medicines for the people of the village, secretly disguised as a village medic. Yet her somewhat isolated and peaceful life is drawn to the halt as with the delivery of a ominous letter, Erika is whisked away to the royal palace by guards. Yet instead of execution, Erika finds herself in a more perturbing situations... being the royal courts secret mage in the guise of a potential royal bride... the future bride of the young prince who had inherited the fearsome title as the witch slaughterer....

It truly is interesting how much the littlest most unnoticeable of occurrences could alter the entire inscription of written human fate, like a mere box of orange juice, for example. That drags along the question of whether fate is pre-written with all the alterations that happen during one's life or if it writes itself along the way. For that Sunny often wondered how her life would have carried along if she had never gone out to that specific gas station store for a box of orange juice where she had met the girl who was there to steal a bottle of strawberry liquor.