A late-night camping trip takes a deadly turn when five friends stumble upon an abandoned school in the middle of nowhere. Inside, they find strange trinkets-and a deck of UNO cards. What begins as a harmless game soon unleashes the spirit of a boy who burned to death in the same classroom years ago. The rules are simple: finish the game. But nothing is ever what it seems. Every card dealt, every item worn, comes with a price. And when the lights go out, the ghost of Etisoppo Ehtod comes to collect. Because in this game, shouting "UNO" doesn't mean you're winning... It means you're next.

Annatasia Fitzpatrick, a hard-working and ambitious writer and a chronic lover of all things fictional. Perhaps, maybe too in love with all things fictional that her reality got altered. Obliviously thrown into the medieval era as a character in her own novel, she's made to live and face the problems that came with living in the medieval world she created in her own imagination. But her new reality, didn't follow her script or scenes.

Gideon thought his biggest problem was a late paper for Literature class-until he fell asleep and woke up inside his own story. There, he met Aurora: radiant, kind, and cursed. What began as a dream soon felt more real than life itself, especially when Gideon realized he was falling for her. But when he wakes, the lines between fantasy and reality blur even more. Now, Gideon must face the question: can love born from a dream awaken someone in the real world? #WITWContest Prompt: Woke up in my own story Words Count: 1868/2000

PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER/ MYSTERY/ SUSPENSE Ivory's world shatters the night her husband is found dead in their own home - no sign of struggle, no clues, just silence. As the police come up empty, she reaches out to an old friend - now a private detective to find the truth. But as the investigation unfolds, a disturbing thread begins to surface...someone may have been watching Ivory long before the murder. Someone patient. Careful. Invisible. And the closer they get to the truth, the more it seems that not everything... or everyone... is what they appear. TRUST ME - THE ENDING?? YOU WON'T SEE IT COMING. IT ALL ADDS UP AND EVERY LITTLE THING MATTERS. MAYBE THE TRUTH WAS HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT ALL ALONG.