Lottie, an ten-year-old girl, dreams big-bigger than most. But her biggest dream is to fly away and be free. Can she reach her dream? Can she even follow it? Stuck in a hopeless situation, she finds dreams are hard to come by. She must find the strength, the courage, and a little help from unexpected friends, to never lose sight of her delightful dreams.

"Can I help you ma?" He asked. His voice was scratchy and low and his tone rang out as sarcastic. "What do you mean by 'Can I help you ma?'" she asked him in incredulity. "I said what I said. Now what exactly is your problem?" He asked, obviously nonchalant about this whole scenario. "My-my problem?" She sputtered, gaping at him. "I'm not the one trying to kill myself. In this case, you're the one with the problem-a very big one in fact," she retorted. He sighed deeply once more and looked heavenward, as if to show his exasperation. "Madam, I was clearly staying on my own when you thought to bother me and now you're complaining? Kindly do the both of us a favour and keep walking." She gaped some more. "Mr Man, I cannot keep walking, as you've so eloquently put it. In fact, I'm not going anywhere." ********** Mosope is a man with the weight of the world upon his shoulders. His decision to end it all takes him to Third Mainland Bridge, one of the most popular bridges in the entire Lagos. Enter Anjola, who barges into his life last minute and disrupts all his meticulous plans. She's hellbent on changing his mind, and you know what? She's not going to take no for an answer. ... A short novel.

I was soiled and constrained, defiled and derailed. My name is Toluwanimi Coker...And I was defiled by my own blood.

A short series of poems

I don't think I can ever truly feel at ease anywhere on earth as long as I would be left alone with my mind. Is it possible? Can I escape this torturous loop if I attempt to do so manually? I remember what grandpapa used to tell me about time. He often said "People would wait for when time would tell because they are scared to find out. Those who aren't scared," he'd said "would ask time by themself what it has to say but only if they can handle it. If they feel they can take it they can always ask and time will always at their bid and at any moment, answer." Just like grandpapa said. If I have the guts to ask, time would tell at my bid but now that I do I wish I never knew, what time told.

Christmas, a time for food, family, and stories. Broken Bells and Christmas Wishes, the 13-story Christmas Anthology written by twelve FWC authors is the perfect addition to your Christmas. So, grab your eggnogs or chin chin, wine or Fanta -whatever rocks your boat, really - and allow our Eagles and Falcons lead you through worlds and events. Broken Bells and Christmas Wishes will be published both on Wattpad and on PabPub.com.

Just like the seas It is deep; extending far down from what you see at the surface. It is calm; With silent whispers it speaks to you. It is raging; An uncontrolled anger that could bring you down. It is our 3am thoughts.

Collection of amateur poems

Melanie is just an average girl. But after reading the story of Cinderella to her aunt's preschool class, something strange happens. (I started writing this a few months ago and decided to put this here on Wattpad.) If you're reading this somewhere other than Wattpad, you could get viruses and malware.

After Blaire and her family suffer a terrible loss at their local train tracks, they move to New York, leaving bitter-sweet memories behind them. As Blaire's life ultimately hits rock bottom and she is left with her grandparents, she realizes the only direction she has to go is up.