Mark Blackthorn has lost everything. Taken away from his family and everthing he loves, he is left to spend his life in the land under the hill. He is forced to join the Wild Hunt - a group of fairies, following their own rules, being affiliated to no one. Alone and lonely he finally finds someone he can trust and turn to - and more ...

For this story I imagine Cinderella and everything that happened to her to be invisioned throughher 2 step sisters, Anastasia and Drizella and Anastasia and Drizella are invisioned through Cinderella. Get ready to see sweet old Cinderella become a snooty stuck up teen and Anastasia and Drizella, 2 sweet unfortunate souls. Remember since I only have a month I'm going to be mostly summarizing. Get ready for a twist that's gonna come out of the mist.

An apology for the life of Snoopy Kennicott (or at least, the first twenty-five years of it).

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"

In honour of those who lost there lives on September 11 2001 this story is made up of many little fictional stories of people who's lives were affected by this terrible accident and how in the end we are all connected. #99 in Historical Fiction

Do not read this if you don't wish to. This isn't a story book. It's me, my life, my fate. These are my feelings. This is my story. And I would like to share it with you, if you allow me. Give me a chance, maybe I can change your world. Maybe. You don't know until you've tried.

Hello there, here are some depressing poems (: sorry if you don't like them by the way♥

Ridiculous reasons my friend and I came up with for me not having a boyfriend

Life asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these are thought up, some are drawn from real experiences. Extremely outdated-these poems are very old. New ones are being written in #Sorry. My apologies for the quality of this collection. Highest rank : 66 in Poetry

I love you and I'm missing you (All disclaimers in the bar above :))