This book is the fuel to my nightmares and I'm so effing addicted to it. Also read that lionsgate teamed up with some peeps that work on PLL and the movie is in the works now. I'm only like halfway done, but you MUST pick this up if you love blood and mean girls and exorcisms. So so good
I’m trapped, in a place that might as well be hell. Why - ? Because in the other world, Earth, my time was up. I was terrified of here at first, but now I’m more extremely terrified every day that I’m here, alone. There are no other humans, but there are “creatures”. Terrifying, strange, in-human creatures that hunt i...
【A sequel to My Poetic Thoughts】 Titles of short stories include : 1. Shining Star 2. Red 3. Faker 4. This Moment 5. Teen-agers
An elderly collector of second-hand books wrestles with his unusual ability to "read" the lives of his books' previous owners... and with one unique book he can't seem to read.
"The Porch on Which She Sits" is a dramatic vignette that recounts the life of an elderly widow. Once famous but now nearly forgotten and dying alone, she basks in the sunlight and enjoys the final peaceful moments of her life.
This collection tells of life, pain, suffering, and sometimes even happiness. I hope you will enjoy. Thanks to @wendythestoryteller , a super talented writer and artist, for making this brilliant cover! Highest rank: #3 IN VIGNETTE! Featured on @flashfic 's The BreakRoom reading list. Part of the Wattpad Block Part...
A smile crossed Death's cold, skeleton face. "Looks like you're out of a job," he told her. The angel looked up at him, shocked. "I-it's not as easy as it looks," she insisted. [A compilation of short stories that are sometimes about life, but mostly about Death.]
Tyler Morgan is a 17 year old girl who has had a hard life, her and her drunk mother are used to moving and starting over. Tyler doesn't let herself make friends anymore - what's the point if she has to uproot and move when HE comes for her again? When she starts over again for the 6th time she doesn't expect it to...
No house had gone without harm and no person was left without the scars that the pain of loss brought. Yet was there a house?... no, there couldn’t be, it never happened, over 30 cities completely obliterated with not even a trace of a house, so there couldn’t be… yet there was standing proud amongst the devastation...
