Watty Finalist: Mystery/Thriller, On the Rise I see him vividly in my head. Him. The guy who calls himself A for whatever reason. The guy dressed in a black cloak with a hood that makes his face look like an endless sea of darkness. The guy whose voice is like velvet; so smooth; yet so deep and dark it sends chills do...
Rowan is whispered about throughout the land and feared by many. They tell the tale of her talent, spreading them into gruesome stories that keep the little ones up at night. They want nothing to do with her and her talent, keeping her at bay within the depths of a forest, where she lives. Rowan may be isolated, but s...
He just kept smiling while shaking his head. "After you, Snowflake," he said, sweeping his hand, but I only growled at him, thoroughly unamused by the name. "Call me Snowflake one more time--" I started, my voice low, but he seemed unfazed by it. "Your death threats are getting stale, do you not think, love?" He asked...