Clara's problems can be summed up in two words: responsibility and family. After the loss of her mother, life for Clara was never the same. Although she loves her three siblings and tries to be the best sister and lady she can, the weight on her shoulders grows the more she learns and the more she has to know. When her father remarries to a secretive widow, Clara's responsibilities triple overnight. Through no fault of her own, Clara is thrown into an adventure she never counted on-- one of magic, tragedy, and romance. Through palace ballrooms, enchanted forests, and encounters with a handsome stranger she really shouldn't care for, Clara soon realizes that the only way to help her family and fix the problem is to do it herself. The only trouble is that she doesn't know how. A Cinderella Retelling. ----- Cover design made by solidarity_! First draft! *featured by Once Upon A Time as of 9/24/2015*

Harriet has always been the type of girl who would rather ride horses than stitch embroidery, practice her sword-fighting than practice her curtsies, and she'd rather dream about being the first female knight in all of history instead of a docile wife on some nobleman's arm. When a war between the allies of Ecrivenia and the kingdom of Carigan starts to brew, Harriet begins to wonder if it might just be her chance to become the knight she's always wished to be. Taking a chance, Harriet enlists in the King's Army, disguising herself as the red-headed, slight-figured, and quick-witted boy, Harry. However, when she is put under the charge of the handsome and strict King of Marenta, Leopold, she realizes her troubles are just beginning. Not only will she have to keep the other men from noticing she is a woman, but she will also have to put up with the scrutiny of King Leopold, the best friend of her brother-in-law. Throw in grueling training sessions, whispers of treason, and the enemy's secret weapon, Harriet suddenly finds herself thrust into the reality of being a knight in a war that might not be able to be won. ------ This is a sister novel to the first draft of Glass Slippers. The gorgeous cover is made by the amazing @solidarity_! Make sure to check her work out if you get the chance!

❝i'm lost.❞ ❝that's okay...i'll find you.❞ a guardian angel is there for you when you're crying out for help...but who is there for the angel when she needs it? /lowercase intended/story contains suicidal tendencies and subjects that may be touchy to some readers/reader discretion is advised/ /highest ranking- #114 in short story/ [PLEASE NOTE: i do plan on revamping this story because it does not reflect my current knowledge on all of the difficult subjects written about, and i no longer am satisfied with the way i wrote this]

***FEATURED: WATTPAD EDITOR'S CHOICE*** Nearly a year after his father's death, life is almost back to normal for Timmy Manson and his mother. Timmy has almost no problem sleeping anymore. His new imaginary friend, Mr. Easybreeze, is always around to go on adventures with him. And on top of all of that, he'll be starting first grade soon. His mother isn't all the way back, though, as the death of her husband has left her with lingering anxiety. So one day, when she's not paying attention, Timmy wanders too far off into the forest. When he comes out, he finds that night is falling... and his mother is gone. Now, Timmy has to find his way home, armed with little more than his flashlight, the bucket he wears as a helmet, and the blanket he wears as a cape. Mr. Easybreeze is scared, though. For The Monster is coming for Timmy, and it won't stop until he finds his way home. Copyright © 2017 by Wyatt Richards. All rights reserved. Cover art created by @DeekshaAdurty.

A young man and a woman sit on a hilltop, doomed to watch the same scene play out before their eyes again and again. For how long? Until they remember. {Written 2013.}

Exchange of letters between Ophelia (who misspelled Santa's name) and Satan himself.

It's one thing to have your girlfriend possessed. It's another thing to fall in love with the demon that possessed your girlfriend.

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

When someone dies mysteriously during a Psych experiment, Rhiannon becomes enmeshed in a conspiracy that includes both the survivors and the killer. ***** Short on cash, Rhiannon Ford signs up to take part in a social psychology experiment based on group think. But when a participant dies under mysterious circumstances, and the story surrounding that death seems mired in conflicting lies, she's quickly drawn into a web of conspiracies that merge urban legends, rivalries, and the very psychological principle the test was about. When everyone is lying, how can Rhiannon find the truth? ***** [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

It starts with a crack. Or maybe it starts with a question. Or maybe, just maybe, it starts earlier than that, when a particular bubble of a universe arose from the heaving sea of the multiverse and began to grow. Eventually, stars formed, then exploded, giving birth to more stars. Planets grew alongside their stars, and a few special ones happened to contain the right conditions for life to form. Maybe that's too far back, though. Maybe, you argue, the crack and the question are really what's important. So let's get back to the question... "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" Winner of the Otherworldly category of @BreakTheCliches revolutionary contest