[Featured on Wattpad Short Story under 'Boxed Sets'] Of snippets into my dreams, pieces of my soul and fragments of my imagination.

In which petals hold lies, acts, secrets and deaths. _ "One petal per pound, remember? You can do it." "I can't," she whispered. _ Harper and Peyton Norelle were inseparable, the ideal pair of sisters. One was the bright shining star, and the other, the shadow. Polar opposites, but yet they clicked so well. The perfect pair. At least, that's what everyone chose to believe. But strip off the mask and see through the facade, you would find two rather imperfect girls, each struggling to live up to their version of perfection, pulling the other down with her, drowning themselves in knives, scars, rigged scales and blood. After all, perfection, had to be earned. One petal at a time. But secrets will definitely be uncovered. Lies will soon have to be confessed. Acts will have to come to an end. And flowers, will eventually run out of petals. _

We were just puppets in a puppet show, putting on a smile, a mask, an act, to please the audience. We were just puppets in a puppet show, letting everyone hold our strings. We were just puppets in a puppet show, dancing and moving to the rhythm of their requests. We were just puppets in a puppet show, no brain of our own because it got stripped from us before we could even use it. We were just puppets in a puppet show, unable to make our own decisions, not because we couldn't, but because we were disallowed to. We were just puppets in a puppet show, doing as we were told, looking as we were told. We were just puppets in a puppet show, waiting for our strings to snap. _ Welcome to the puppet show. We hope you enjoy yourself. You may take hold of the puppets anytime you want to. But beware, the puppets could disconnect from their strings at anytime. Please don't catch them if they do. We have many other puppets who could take their place soon. _

[3rd Place in @evethespy's 'Waffle Cones' one-shot contest] They say the strongest weapon of all, the most cruel, the deadliest, are words. They hold power, they hold strength. They hold the power, the strength, to make or break someone. They hold the power, the strength to either build or destroy a relationship. They hold the power to heal and yet also to damage. But there are three specific words, that can cut through you like a knife, or stitch up the wounds once opened by them. Four years ago, Emily and Fletcher said those three words to one another. But a lot has changed since that day. Too much, in fact. So much that they can't even tell what's right from wrong, what's good from bad and what's real from fake. And all because of one bittersweet tragedy that stood in their way and ruined it all. But that doesn't mean that it can't be removed, that they can't come out of the battle alive. It solely depends on if those three words still mean as much to them as it did four years ago. _

disclaimer: I wrote this when I was 12. you have been warned They broke the wrong parts of me. They broke my wings and forgot I had claws ___________________________________________ Superheroes have their own powers. Gods have their own powers. But what about a teenage girl who everyone thinks is average, just like everyone else? The elements of wind, fire, water and air are all at her command. Through secrets, betrayal and love, she will find out who she really is. Is that so average now? best ranking: #229 in Greek gods ˻3/1/19˼

Gwen's life wasn't always chaotic. She remembered the times when her family was happy and peaceful and her childhood best friend wasn't always cold and arrogant towards her. Most importantly, she wasn't always underestimated as the pretty girl who everybody thought, could do nothing. The truth lies in her past. Anastasia had never been accepted. She kept moving from foster home to foster home. She never had any real friends. She longed to find a place where she truly belonged. But she was always fascinated by one thing. Magic. She had a chance to save the world. "I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below." Copyright © DancingAndDreaming 2015-2016 All rights reserved