Allow me to formally introduce myself to you. I am Death.

"Want to hear a story dearies?" Atropos asked, as she cut a thread. "Let us bring you one," crooned Lachesis as she spun a new destiny. "That of pomegranates and changing seasons," finished Clotho as she began a life. Story One of Greek Gods Collection.

This is a collection of original fairytales and fables. Some are funny, some tragic, and some whimsical. They are modern in ways, but also (I hope) timeless. They were written at different points in my life, but are meant to stand together. Wattpad Featured Story. Highest ranking so far in short story #121. Cover design: @alessandra Illustration(s): @Salamander12 (Thanks guys!)

Arcadia's Knight Academy is the premier school for young men hoping to become a Sorceress's Knight. Only nobles, people with power and prestige, are allowed within these hallowed grounds-which explains why Caspian Ignis del Sol is hated by everyone. He's not a noble, or of even slightly noble lineage. He's a peasant. Caspian is tasked with delivering a letter to a Sorceress, but he soon finds himself in over his head, when the Sorceress in question is attacked by an elven assassin. Now he's become the temporary Knight for a Sorceress nicknamed The Succubus, and he must protect her from more assassination attempts. However, Caspian is beginning to suspect the Sorceress might be more dangerous than the assassin. Complete!

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.