A collection of short stories, all centered around the idea of superpowers. Most of the characters are connected, though each story can be read separately on its own. Author's Note: My hope is that you'll grow as attached to these characters as I have. I rely almost completely on outside inspiration for these stories. If you have any ideas let me know! It will probably be used for the next story!

The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (First Folio title: The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar) is a history play and tragedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in 1599. It is one of several plays written by Shakespeare based on true events from Roman history, which also include Coriolanus and Antony and Cleopatra. Although the play is named Julius Caesar, Brutus speaks more than four times as many lines as the title character; and the central psychological drama of the play focuses on Brutus' struggle between the conflicting demands of honour, patriotism, and friendship. Cover by the wonderful @SaadSohail_.

"The Picture of Dorian Gray" tells of a young man named Dorian Gray, the subject of a painting by artist Basil Hallward. Basil is impressed by Dorian's beauty and becomes infatuated with him, believing his beauty is responsible for a new mode in his art. Dorian meets Lord Henry Wotton, a friend of Basil's, and becomes enthralled by Lord Henry's world view. Espousing a new hedonism, Lord Henry suggests the only things worth pursuing in life are beauty and fulfilment of the senses.

In-between words there is that sitting still. Staring at the screen or off in the distance, your eyes are not seeing outward. ... A question invited itself in. Perhaps due to something read, or seen or heard; perhaps an old odd one resurfacing for another try. Or simply, a reaction to a momentary action- like spilling coffee on the keyboard. I want to know. How YOU answer these questions. Maybe I'm seeking collaboration as comfort; maybe I need to borrow other perspectives for a while. Or. Maybe together we can shift the world just that little bit. (These are not writing prompts or invitations to flights of fantasy. I want REAL ya hear?)

The man in the colourful bandana, staring through shaded glasses, at a world that fascinates him on every level. The tall, white goateed man, with the small gold loop earring. His senses provide the inspiration and his mind creates a universe of creativity. He knows not of style or gender. He simply takes what his mind processes and he puts it to paper. He has provided many hours of reading experiences for thousands and now ... his last collection. This is how he wants to be remembered. (a friend)

A fabled wall, marking the territory of the werewolves and adorned with the severed skull of a once great alpha, stands between Natalya and her prey. When she finds the body of Anesa, her beloved mentor, she is determined to hunt down the vampire responsible. Crossing the border into Claw Haven to follow him is sacrilege though, and the undead werewolves whose skeletal bodies wane and wax with the moon are more terrifying than the vampire she seeks. But there she meets Voren, a werewolf who is a living contradiction to everything she has been led to believe. Her journey into the lives of the pack entwines her and Voren's fates with that of a master vampire's: Arkadith. Defeating him may lift Voren's curse and bring peace to Valwood and Claw Haven, but Arkadith is determined to bring an end to this vampire huntress as well... Thank you to katerin1018 for the amazing book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTpc3J4SDbc&feature=youtu.be The full novel is now available on eBook and paperback on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Veil-Jessica-Majzner-ebook/dp/B01G9JAB36/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1465353000&sr=8-6&keywords=beyond+the+veil

Highest ranking in Fantasy 28. Vincent was a traveller. He had visited most of the important cities and towns in the entire Empire. He had encountered men of greatness, men of cowardice and experience had taught him well how to differentiate among them, for the latter usually chose to wear the mask of the former. He had witnessed the alchemists, the mages, the dark magicians, the masters, the mind readers, the knights. He had been fortunate enough to appreciate the play of the gladiators from the pits and the lances in tourneys. Vincent had watched men fly, tame wildest creatures, walk on water. In fact, he was of the opinion, which most would agree was well founded, that he had seen enough for a single lifetime. But what Vincent the blacksmith saw next, created a memory so deep, that others seemed to fade. An unbelievable incident occurred in the little town of Andlenore. But the consequences of that incident, were not limited to the town. The ripples spread like wildfire.

Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!

Riley just fell asleep in Calculus, and when she woke up, everyone was dead. They weren't killed off by zombies or even a nuke; like Riley, they fell asleep, except they never got around to the 'waking up' part. She wasn't asking for the apocalypse to happen in her sleep, and she definitely wasn't asking to have some flawed gene that made her a prime target for a crazy extremist organization. All she wanted was the impossible: for things to go back to the way they were. But soon, she finds herself on a daunting trek across the country with a bunch of people she barely knows, and her life gets even more complicated. Surviving. That should be Riley's top priority--her only priority. The problem is, sometimes she wonders if survival is really worth the cost, and she begins to realize that surviving and living are two very different things.

Charles Augustine was a volunteer soldier during the world wars for Britain. He remains sad just sitting on a chair in the porch staring at the sun. One day he confesses what he thinks are his crimes to his grandson . Is it enough to reach peace mind?