A Collection of Short Stories The terror toys that come to life. A startling discovery behind closed doors. The chilling secret of everyday static from a million miles away. A distant hope held in the opportunity of stars. A company of dreams, misfits and odd-ends collected in short stories: hollow dreams that haunt for a night, or playful ideas that make the mind wonder and awe.

August 10th, 2013. San Francisco Bay. Otherwise known as "K-DAY". An earthquake measuring 7.1 on the Richter scale was reported from the center of the San Francisco Bay. But it wasn’t shifting of the tectonic plates as everyone would have assumed - it was footsteps. "Trespasser" had come. Standing approximately 302 feet tall and weighing at a whopping 2,700 tons, the first of the monstrous creatures known as the Kaiju emerged from the Breach. It annihilated the Golden Gate Bridge, killing hundreds of people trapped in their cars as tons of concrete crushed them. It plowed through everything, carving a massive path of destruction. All the US military's weapons assisted by the US Air Force did nothing to penetrate its hide. For six days, Trespasser went on a rampage through San Francisco, Sacramento, Oakland, and numerous surrounding cities. Finally, the military resorted to using nuclear missiles on the Kaiju. After three nuclear missiles, the Kaiju was taken down... along with the loss of Oakland, much of the Bay area, and the lives of those who were unable to escape. Trespasser's attack was assumed to be a rare anomaly. But we were wrong. Six months later, the second Kaiju attacked Manila, Philippines… Then another in Cabo, Mexico. Not much later, a fourth attacked Sydney, Australia. The world paid heavily for the damage. And then we realized... this wasn't going to stop. More would keep coming, and we were poorly outgunned. For our survival, the world decided to put aside any grudges and wars - we started to work together. The Pan Pacific Defense Corps was created. Shatterdomes, any of the eight headquarters of the PPDC, were planted. By pooling our resources and with the help of some ingenious scientists, we created our weapons to counter Kaiju attacks. The Jaeger Program was born. In order to fight monsters from deep beneath the Pacific, we created our own monsters. [Fan-fiction of Pacific Rim]

Janelle has lived in an orphanage ever since she was three. She doesn't know how she ended up at the orphanage or where her parents are. All she has is a locket. She thinks it's from her parents and she thinks it's a locket. She's never been able to open it. Anyway the orphanage is located in the kingdom of Montegi. Yes kingdom, but Janelle has never been interested in marrying the prince or something like all the other girls. Janelle was more interested in learning new things and following her dreams in her case, becoming a chef. Now eighteen, Janelle works at a Gourmet Restaurant as the head chef. It's been two months since she started working there and her boss tells her that she is to prepare the meal for the Royal Family of Clari and they were coming in a week! The day has finally arrived when the Royal Family of Clari was to come to the restaurant, but when Janelle introduces herself everyone stares at her. "Janelle you are the long lost princess of Clari." What? Me a princess?

Love sucks. Especially when your in love with a Moriarty. -CH (Not a sheriarty fanfic)

"Why are you doing this?" I sobbed as he hovered over my restrained form his eyes filled with lust and he gave me an evil smirk. "Because, darling, you. are. MINE. and not even your precious king can change that!" He shouted as he tried to rip open my dress and my sobbing grew louder. "NIALL!" Just then the door broke down and Niall stood in the doorway.