Once per year, you've attended a private party consisting of your past and future selves. This year you're the oldest attending. As per tradition, you must give a toast.

Ready for a puzzle?

A message from Nowhere.

Don't leave them alone, not even for a second...

TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm Who needs romance, when you know the rules...

Someone is following me. I only catch glimpses of a man in the shadows behind me whenever I steal a glance, but I know that something is wrong... In the tradition of UK drabbles, this is a story that is exactly 100 words.

Who doesn't want to be attractive? [Somewhat NSFW]

Who do you trust? [Trigger warning!]

Perfect partner. Perfect love. Perfect illusion.

I'm sure you have dreamt about it too: To take a life. The ultimate power. Some just go further than the thought.