A short-story collection based on quirky prompts from the Wattpad community / competition entries. Immerse yourself in the world of a depressed rhinoceros, or spend some time with a vampire on post moon-colonisation Earth, there's probably something for everyone. Sci-Fi. Apocalypse. Time-travel.

Do you want a story that is not so cliche? You've come to the right place. Meet Chelsea, the intelligent, beautiful, chocolate-lover girl who had the world within her reach. But when she lost her brother from a tragic accident, her life went into a complete stop. Her father blamed her and it pained her to admit that she deserved it. So to keep herself from being hurt again, she kept everybody away from her. She stopped dreaming. She stopped caring. All in all, she stopped living. She was dead inside... or so they thought. Who knew all that would require to get her back on her feet was a little push. A push from a very specific person-- the boy who stole her kisses.

Marcie is an oddity in her village, the daughter of a widower with both village and outsider blood in her veins. She cares for her drunken father, and struggles to fit in with the rest of the village. Everything changes when she comes across two dragons, a mother and her new born, and unwittingly becomes the Tamer of the baby dragon when his mother dies. This new unlikely bond completely changes her life and opens doors to her future that she would have never thought possible whilst also causing her pain and heartache.

Forgetting changed her... Remembering might destroy her. When Chloe fell asleep in study hall, it was the middle of May. When she wakes up, snow is on the ground and she can't remember the last six months of her life. Before, she'd been a mediocre student. Now, she's on track for valedictorian and being recruited by Ivy League schools. Before, she never had a chance with super jock Blake. Now he's her boyfriend. Before, she and Maggie were inseparable. Now her best friend won't speak to her. What happened to her? Remembering the truth could be more dangerous than she knows...

Most little girls play with Barbies, so no one thinks it's unusal when Bridget's little sister Alice and her friend Maddy are constantly playing with the plastic dolls. One day though, the dolls turn into more than just play toys. The dolls start affecting the lives of Bridget, and Maddy's older brother Garrett. At first it just seems coincidental, but then they start to realize the girls they thought were their sisters are gone, and have been for a while. **The paranormal stuff in this starts off pretty non-existent, and it grows gradually. This is a SLOW paranormal story** ***Also this is in the Watty Awards, so please vote! This is my most favourite story to write so it would mean a lot to me if everyone did vote, even if it's only for your favourite chapters!***

Alyssa is a product of the Society; the only city left on what remains of Planet Earth. She has spent the first sixteen years of her life learning, training, and conditioning herself for life inside of a city based on perfection. Only the best stay in, and the rest get out. Her life has been nothing more than a competition to see who will get the coveted spots as a citizen of this perfect world. Failure means expulsion from the city walls, and death in the vast nothingness that makes up the rest of the planet. With citizenship finally within her grasp, Alyssa finds herself ensnared within the scheme of a rebel resistance, learning and seeing things that she was never supposed to know. Threatened with expulsion, she'll do anything to have the slate wiped clean, so the Society offers her a single chance at redemption. Now, she must find the rebels, the few survivors that managed to make a life outside of the Society, and bring them back for rehabilitation before they can start a revolution. But the resistance is nothing like she could have ever expected; and piece by piece, the world begins to come crumbling down. How far would you go for perfection?

"It's as if the world slows down to a standstill. Touch, taste, smell, hearing, they are all deemed inoperable, all except sight. Sight is amplified. Sight is intensified. Sight becomes my most important asset, and at the same time, becomes my enemy. For if it wasn't for my ability to see, I wouldn't have seen him, with his wide eyes and gaunt face, outstretching his right arm to a peculiar length. I wouldn't have seen the weapon clutched firmly in his hand, pointed directly toward my head. I wouldn't have seen him pull the trigger while looking unapologetically at me. But I do see. I see everything, from his blank, hopeless stare, to the weapon-clad men charging at him unmercilessly. I see him fall to the ground, as if his limbs are pulled out of his body from some unknown force. But first, and to my utter torment, I see his fingertips, blackening and charring as the plague strikes him right before he takes his last breath." © 2014 Liliana Araxes

I have three secrets. 1. I'm in the witness protection program. I witnessed my mother's murder when I was eight years old, and now the murderer is after me. 2. I can read minds. Or not "read" them... not exactly. But I can feel them. Every emotion has a color. An aura, as I call it. And I can feel those auras. I can feel the color of one's thoughts. 3. I can't feel Elijah Whitney's aura. [ COMPLETED - 1.28.16 ] [ LATEST REVISION - 8.17.19 ] [ SEQUEL COMING FALL 2019 ]