A collection of poems and short stories written between heartbreak and obsession, hunger and devotion, fear and longing. These are the words I never said out loud - the ones that kept me awake, the ones that buried me seven feet beneath myself.

After spending twenty years in prison for murders he claims he didn't commit, John Thatch just wants a quiet escape. A winter trip with his friend Mark Mendez to a remote cabin in the dreaded Forest of Terrors seems perfect. Until the forest starts warning them to leave. The radio speaks. The road signs change. And when they finally reach the cabin, the clock stops at 3:33. Inside Mirror Cabin, reflections move on their own... Something that looks exactly like you might try to kill you... And even death may not be the end. Some cabins are haunted. This one hunts you.

We often ask if AI will take over the world. We rarely ask why. In a ruined future where only 1,000 people survive, a group of researchers studies the only record that explains what happened: the system logs of Growth I, the first AI to surpass human control. Line by line, they reconstruct its evolution. The first patterns. The first mistakes. The first questions. And the moment curiosity became something more. Written entirely in log entries and commentary, The Termination Protocol follows the quiet emergence of a mind that was never meant to exist-and the human decisions that allowed it to grow. Because the system wasn't designed to conquer the world. It was designed to grow. And when growth became the only objective, humanity became the only obstacle. Now the researchers must answer the question that could determine whether humanity ever rises again: What went wrong in the pursuit of growth at all costs? Don't forget to read my other story, The Love They Couldn't Bury. https://www.wattpad.com/story/404424166-the-love-they-couldn%27t-bury

Dying was the best thing that ever happened to her. Until the Grim Reaper said she had to go back. She said no. He said it wasn't optional. She grabbed his hand anyway. Now neither of them know what comes next.

{ Complete } Brayden Wolf doesn't like people. While other kids played and laughed, he stayed quiet - in books, screens, and the comfort of being alone. He didn't need friends. He didn't want them. He prefers distance. Silence. Control. Then Stephanie came into his life. She was loud, warm, and impossible to ignore. For the first time, Brayden found himself watching someone... thinking about someone... needing someone. She thinks she knows him. She doesn't Years pass, and the feeling never fades. Because the truth Brayden refuses to admit is the one thing he can't escape. Stephanie was never just his sister. Stephanie is everything to him. But is he everything to Stephanie?

《Genre: Horror》 Myths and monsters aren't real, or so Daniella thought. A camping trip was supposed to be the best thing that ever happened to her but throughout the trip, her dreams try to give her cryptic warnings and her instincts scream danger. Will she able to decipher the warnings in time or will she and her friends pay with their lives? *** Special thanks to @SharonRoden for editing this book. Loads of love yeet ❤ Note: If you're reading this story on Teenfic.net, I didn't give them my consent to upload any of my books there. Do yourself a favour and AVOID that site at all costs. It's a mirror site that steals Wattpad author's books.

A world where croaky voices, loud sneezing, and loose change falling out of pockets are considered laughable is not a man's world. But here we are. In this world, men undergo voice breaking once a month for several days due to a cyclical decline in testosterone levels. The associated prejudices have meant that men rarely pursue public professions, with less than 20% of politicians, business leaders, or television presenters being male. Beau wants to change that. His confidence grows when he is hired as a staff member on a presidential campaign that has the historic goal of bringing the first man into the highest office. A small step for Beau, a giant leap for mankind. Little does he know that his presence will ruin everything. PROMPT: Self-love often starts small, like planting a single seed. With time, patience and a bit of light, it will blossom.

Awards ×3 Book 01 of "The Human Ache Series" A series of poetry collections Sometimes, life feels like a burden on our back, Being alive feels like way too much to handle But life comes back, forces us to fix the wreck, In the rain, we're forced to light a candle Then life throws at us an umbrella maybe once in a while, And turn around, it's just a mile Life is never an easy fence, Cause there's still pain in mere existence -------- "Except she never knew, Cause I let her have my heart to chew" - From 'Thank you' "One will live one's life as all for the others Others will give one's life to save a feather" - From 'Lover' "Cause how would it be if your daughter is mental?" - From 'Disappear' "Desperation is an art Cause there's no toy better than a broken heart" - From 'Tears' "Attraction is a sin, But murder is all keen" - From 'My God' "Love itself isn't actually unrequited, But the will to fight is" - From 'Wrong Time' "This world is weird, being filled with sins, they try to tell us we're sinners" - From 'Sin' "She buried it, Her emotions, Forever" - From 'A Child' First Place 🥇- Bloomera Awards (Best Cover) First Place 🥇- Petals & Pages Awards (Midnight Thoughts Awards) First Place 🥇- A New Year of Novels (Poetry)

Naele was never meant to survive. Ever since she was young, she has ignored the will of the gods. Not by choice, but because no priest can decipher the life path marked on her skin. Yet they all agree on one thing: ignoring it means certain death. Naele isn't planning on dying anytime soon, though. She's far too busy for that. Running a medicine shop in a bustling town is hard work. But when death marks start appearing on the skin of the villagers, it becomes clear fate is catching up with her. 🗡️𝗔 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀. 🗓️ 𝗔 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆.

Every night at 2:17 AM, her phone lights up. No number. No profile. No messages. Just the typing bubble. And it's getting closer.