A young girl takes it upon herself that writing letters to her dead often will help her deal with her guilt and self loathing. She is half-right. And Behind the scenes, Sarajevo's Earth has a lot to pay for.

Killing: an act of love so sweet your body falls victim to such an ecstasy the staccato of the heart bursts your very soul and you perish into the stars above like so many unfortunates who have met the one called demon. Beau, Violette, Diana, Josephine, and Saya are demons who snatch the lives of the living to live themselves. Killing, loving. But what is to kill as is to love? What is a human, what is a demon, what is an angel, or even to live? A journey through human history from Ancient Asia to the Roman Empire to Victorian England to Bohemian Paris to modern Japan and much more, the demons tell their stories as like to a lover's ear. {I'm not trying to scare you. I'm just trying to write something beautiful. This is not horror, really. I don't know how to describe it.} Note: The stories can be read separately or together. Many of them are one-shots, or constructed to be stand-alone even if they are connected to the overall plot. So you really can choose whichever one sounds most intriguing to you, whether by character or time period or country, or whatever you want really. Can't get enough? Read "The Demon Stories Companion", full of sneak peeks, explanations, weird things, and even mini Demon Stories: http://www.wattpad.com/story/3675130-the-demon-stories-companion

This book is now available on Amazon and unfortunately they won't allow me to put it up elsewhere for free, not even the unedited draft. Sorry! The Vikings! Aelswyn had heard about them, all the tales of their barbaric behaviour, the rapes and pillages, the massacres, the burnt villages. But she never thought they would dare to attack her father's stronghold. And that they would succeed...

I always thought I'd have a normal love, normal heartbreak, but man was I wrong. It all happened so suddenly, but the one thing I knew was my life would never be the same and it would possibly be the end of it.

Skylar is a vampire who hides her emotions within her heart. She trusts no one and loves no one. She doesn't remember much about her past besides the fact that she was taken in by her aunt and uncle. She is constantly haunted by nightmares of her past. She enrolls in St. Cross Academy for supernaturals to try to start over. But things from her past keep coming back to haunt her. At Cross Academy nothing is as it seems. Dark secrets are around every corner. If that wasn't enough there's Jace. The boy Skylar can't seem to ignore. Is Jace the key to unlock Skylar's heart?

In a world where children are abandoned and left to die, one set out to be different wishing to dream, wanting to be in a better place always looking at the sky. But Dreamers don't last long if you're a scrambler. Until a young man name Dalaus saves the said child, will the dreams of a dream come true? Will anyone ever understand this lost scrambler? will the magic be enough too beat the past and maybe be able to dream Freely? Find out in this adventure of a young teen on the path of dreams, but who knows when Sky's the limit? I'm not that good at descriptions :/ forgive me

This is about me. My life. Who I am. Who I wish I was. What I wish I could change. Everything. These are Poems of the ordinary emo kid.

Slenderman is the infamous stalker of children and teens. But does anyone know why exactly? When Angela West just so happens to meet Mr. Slender, both of their lives change. Then what happens when they both start to fall for each other? Maybe Slenderman isn't just out to get you...well not in the way you think.

What happens when one day a year you can go out and kill anyone you please -- with no consequences? It's up to you, stay inside and wait it out, or go out and join the celebration. Murder Day was my first dream turned short story, it inspired me to transcribe more of my subconscious wonderings and share them with you all. Some are frightening, some are sad, and maybe some day there might even be a happy one or two?