Before Spencer Crest left, he called you ‘doc’. He was your favourite patient, and in return, you were his favourite psychiatrist. You understood him in a way nobody else could. You didn’t know where he came from, who his parents were, or how he knew you, but you never turned him away when he came knocking on your office doors well after hours. But then your favourite patient stopped coming. You asked around, but nobody in town seemed to know him. You never heard from Spencer Crest again. Until he started calling you. Cover Credit: Photo by Willko (willko.deviantart.com/) Design by Go_Figure Trailer Credit: Trailer made by me. WARNING: Contains some gruesome scenes and foul language. Read at your own risk.

Masks are meant for hiding, for concealing that which shouldn't be seen in daylight. But, they can also be for revelation, for flying in the dark. For the L'Etrange Masquerade Contesr

Jax isn't happy; he hasn't been for a long time. After a suicide attempt, he lands in the psychiatric ward. Oliver has been in the psych ward for longer than he should've been. The new boy with too thin shoulders and no voice intrigues him. The two must find their way along the road to recovery together. ***** "You probably think I'm crazy." "I don't. I think you're an angel. But, you're a fallen one. You've been dealt a rough hand, and your wings have been broken." "You think you can fix me?" "I don't know... But I'll damn sure try." ⚠️Content warning: suicide, depression, anxiety, verbal abuse. Please be safe. xx Highest Ranking: #44 in General Fiction

In which Alex tries to fix all of the broken things in her life.

Georgia is constantly trying to get out of Kansas. Iris is her reason to stay.

A snippet about Tristan, who's loved Chris for a long time, and about Chris, who already knows it.

Hailey Rose is in the closet. So far in, she can probably tell you the brand of your shirt just by the smell. Despite having had a lovely girlfriend named Devyn for over a year. Despite said girlfriend having been out of the closet for ages. But, Hailey is ready to come out. And, Devyn is ready for her to come out. The only challenge will be tackling Mama Rose and her aversions to all things homosexual.

Robert is an ice dancer with the Winter's Charade Circus Company. Or, he wants to be. Right now, he's mainly serving as a prop for his partner, Anya. It isn't that he isn't interesting, or that he lacks ambition; he's just missing a certain spark. Alva, a fire dancer with a neighboring circus, is nothing but sparks. When they speak, cinders fly from their mouth, and flames lick at their heels. When the two meet, ice and fire, Robert gains the spark he's been missing, and Alva finds someone to settle down with someday. HIGHEST RANKING: #254 in Short Story

From the same writer that pointed out some of the worst tropes in popular culture in A Hundred Clichés That Need To Die comes the much awaited sequel with a twist. See why the fantasy genre in fiction is extremely flawed and has numerous clichés that should kick the bucket.

✨2018 Watty Winner✨ Two men in love torn apart by war. Yuri Karamov's existence is like Schrödinger's cat, simultaneously both dead and alive. In Ru Konstantin's mind, Yuri's still the same vibrant young man he was when their lives diverged. But the question, the one Ru is too afraid to acknowledge, is whether his best friend turned first love is still alive. In the span of eighteen years, their hometown of Dronesk goes from a quiet, humdrum town to a besieged territory of the BKA; a radical militia group who wants to eradicate the Arash--people like Ru--from Rujga Province. Yuri Karamov is one of the recruits fighting for a Brommian liberation. After years of lost contact, Ru returns to Dronesk in search of his best friend, confronting not only the ruins of his ancestral home and the new realities of a post-liberation movement, but questions about love, freedom, and the price of self-governance. If We Exist, is a coming-of-age story that examines friendship, sexuality, class struggles and ethnic tensions through the lens of Ru Konstantin; desperate, anxiety-ridden, and awfully nostalgic.