An extended Halloween scene from my novel, Better Off Friends!

In a world where lust and all things like it are forbidden, one angel is wrongly accused of taking part in it. She is a victim of a rebellious angel, one who went against all they were told and yet still got away with it. One dark night as she is heading home, she is ambushed and attacked by an angel that has the vilest intentions in mind. When discovered in the act, the male plays it off as if it was the girl who attacked him. And as a male angel, the superior gender, of course, he is believed over her. The girl is condemned, thrown down to earth, and then stripped of her wings. . . She has no will to live, sees no reason to get up. She lays there, her wings that were so brutally torn from her back accompanying her mere feet away. She has no care. Doesn't bother to get up and leave the scene. Instead, she lays there, immovable. Broken, bleeding, and undone. . . He found her. She was lying in a pool of her own blood, her dress torn. Two twin bleeding wounds on her back. Curled up on her side, as if waiting for death. Her dark hair concealing her face from view. But something in him couldn't leave her there. Something in him died at the thought of letting her die. And so he determines to save her.

Each day she wakes up in a different body, not knowing who she is, and each night that body dies. She is the Reaper Syndrome, and she's desperate to know why. ***** She doesn't know what's happening. Each day she wakes up in a new body, not knowing who she is. She has to pretend to be the person, and at the end of the day her new body dies. The media have a name for these deaths: the Reaper Syndrome. No one believes it's a person jumping from body to body, until Joe. He's a conspiracy theorist, but she can make him listen. He trusts her, and he can also see the mysterious man, Samael, that's following her. Why is this happening to her? Who can she trust? Every day it takes her to end the Reaper Syndrome, another person dies. She doesn't want the last victim to be her. *2021 Wattys Shortlisted*

These are Just some peoms i write about the bad and good things that happen in school. And also please help me to get beter seeing this is the first time i have written peoms.

two twenty-something women recounting personal stories of sex, love and lust in downtown Toronto

A collection of short stories and scraps. Includes: sci-fi, speculative fiction, fan-fic, romance, post-apocalyptic/dystopian, vampire/werewolf, competition entries... Requests taken, depending on boredom levels.

"Anna dislikes being stuck three-quarters of the way down a chimney. She really does. Not to mention, she's still going round North America, and there's, like, three continents still to get through in about as many hours."

"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 Party 2017. RtL was a Wattpad featured story. My piece, Breaking Up With Anne, was published in the anthology Conversations by Kingston University Press. https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/KUPress/popular © Christine Bottas. All rights reserved 2015-2020.