A book of tags, short stories and information about how I go about Wattpadding.

Basically just different types of people, places, and situations.

Featured on @WattpadShortStory Six friends. Three couples. Two days. One house. A short story about friendship, love and trust, tested in an extreme situation.

Becky Bridgestone isn't the girl she pretends to be. She has secrets. Dark secrets that she doesn't want anyone else to know. There's something about the new boy that scares her. When he looks at her, it's like he can read her thoughts. Rob's move to Kalara High had only one positive. The hockey team. It ranked number one in the state. Its coach, a part of the Olympic training squad. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all. His new teammates were turning out to be a great bunch of guys. Another plus were the girls connected to the group and in particular, cute little Lizzy Tyson with her dreamy chocolate eyes. Rob has never understood why there is always at least one bitchy slut, at each school he transfers to. Kalara High has two. Katrina Walsh and Becky, the bitch, Black Cat, Bridgestone. Rob hates them. So why is it, he can't stop thinking about Black Cat? Rob soon learns Becky isn't who he thinks she is. Now he wants to help her escape the prison that is her life. MATURE READERS 16 AND OVER! This story written for Wattpad.

A SHORT STORY - saving before drowning. __________________ How many of you could find a real friend to rely on? We think we can deceive fate but fate has its own twisted wheels. Before counting start backwards, let's see if Elan & Evan can sort out their life in the berry-cherry leaves which start to wither as the wind runs forward. (Not your typical love story. TW: mental-health issues, abuse etc)

Having a genie is always complicated. Bringing him to school makes everything worse. Nothing ever seems to go Megan's way; she doesn't have that many friends, she's late for everything, and she's barely passing her classes. It seems like she's doing everything she can just to stay in the middle of the pack. So after scraping together all the couch-cushion money she could find, she decides to run away. Sitting at the bus stop late one night, Megan comes across an old bottle someone threw away. With nothing else to do, she decides to take a closer look. When she opens it, a kid her own age appears, ready to grant her whatever she wants. So, she wishes to be popular - what could go wrong? As Megan's life takes a drastic turn for the better, she gets a little cocky. After a failed bet with the genie, she agrees to let him come to school. Before she knows it, he's worming his way into every part of her life: he's in all her classes, friends with her brother, and getting invites to hang out with her friends. But once she starts spending time with him, Megan finds she has a new problem. Despite her best efforts, she's starting to see him as something more than just her personal wish-granter; he's almost a friend. But can she trust him?

Contemplating the meaning of life.

A five part, 3500 word short story written for the wattpad Embers of Destiny short story competition. Schrodingers maze takes you into a world of infinite posibilities ending in a truth that leaves the reader with more questions than answers! Based on the following prompt: Prompt 3 | Fleeting Shadows Royal Guards are on a hunt to find the assassin who tried to assassinate the Crown Prince. The person they're hunting is none other than you. But you have no idea why they're after you for a crime you never committed. What kind of twisted destiny awaits you? The story is very much written in my style, so if you like this short story then check out my full length novel Woodpecker: https://www.wattpad.com/1319893416-woodpecker-prologue

A middle-aged man, standing six feet tall, rose up. He was covered in his own thick hair and a white pair of undergarments. He saw white walls around him stained with grease and blood; he saw scratch marks on the white paint. He saw a mattress on the metallic bed frame and handcuffs on the bed's leg. He saw a burning light coming from one bulb hanging from the ceiling. He saw a huge metallic door in front of him. And he shivered from the cold. He could not remember his own name.

A collection of dystopian stories